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Paroles de la chanson Let Us Live par The Game

[The Game]
Yeah, Scott Storch

[The Game]
Yo, I'm hopping out a Phantom with a iced out medallion
Stallions on both arms, rocks on both charms
My Dominican chick looking like Scarface sister
Red and curly and she wake me up early
Cause hustlers hit the block when police change shifts
New York, California, different toilet, same shit
In Brooklyn I rock Timberlands, still toast cinnamon
Been gangster way before he dropped Many Men
Liquor in my system, voice raspy

Who I sound like? Don't ask me, that's my nigga, we classy
Him and Montega Jada our style superior to haters
You can catch me in the latest Marvin Gaters
Ralph Lauren suit tapered up, fly cause I'm papered up
Why these niggas keep hating on my Phantom?
I be out in Atlanta and body tapping, I'm probably strapped
Toast it up niggas

[Chrisette Michelle]
All my hoods on the real dark side of the track
No sunny skies, just really black
We live real down here, Lord let us live
No playing around here, Lord let us live
Don't hate my hood, just hate my shine
We coming out, we on our grind

We live real down here, Lord let us live
We coming outta here, Lord let us live

[The Game]
Now who the fuck want war with the human gun store?
Gangsta rap is where I live just knock on the front door
Niggas stunt more than Jackie Chan, what the fuck them faggots saying?
Nothing when I walk in the club with the gat in hand
Take 'em back to '94, shooting out a Astro van
Banging was the blueprint, money was the master plan
Duffel bag full of Grants and Franklins
Rob niggas, take they money, shoot straight to the bank then

Head to the barbershop to get chopped up
Hearing war stories who dead and who locked up
Who snitching, who pitching and who knocked up
Fuck niggas in Black Wall Street I trust
Black hoodies and black Asics standing on the pavement
Hustlers don't sleep nigga we work the grave shift
Fuck that long money, nigga, get paid quick
And don't save shit

[Chrisette Michelle]
Ohh, all my hoods on the real dark side of the track
No sunny skies, just really black
We live real down here, Lord let us live
No playing around here, Lord let us live
Don't hate my hood, just hate my shine

We coming out, we on our grind
We live real down here, Lord let us live
We coming outta here, Lord let us live

[Chrisette Michelle]
Lord knows that money don't matter
Lord knows that status is badder
Lord knows about the hood I live in
Keeps taking away but he's giving
Now don't give me these cars (Lord let us live)
Don't give me these mansions (Lord let us live)
Don't hate me, just let me ride
Lord just give me light

[The Game]
I don't hate Mobb Deep or M.O.P, that was a phase
I was caught up in the beef like a rat in a maze
And my legacy will never be that of a hater

Lyrical rhyme slayer, wack niggas say your prayers
It's the return of Gandhi, Criminal minded city behind me
Put it on my face to remind me
Of all the shit I been through my physical presence, my pen too nice
My first album sent you life
I shoulda put down the mic when Rakim left Dre
No cleanup hitter so I was stranded on second base
I had to steal third, motherfucker that's my word
Then some Queens niggas try to put me back on the curb
I was Ultimate Warrior to you bully ass niggas
I will come through the hood with the fully AK's niggas
Like Snoop or Suge, I'm in the coupe, I'm good

Mothafuckas make way

[Chrisette Michelle]
Ohh, all my hoods on the real dark side of the track
No sunny skies, just really black
We live real down here, Lord let us live
No playing around here, Lord let us live
Don't hate my hood, just hate my shine
We coming out, we on our grind
We live real down here, Lord let us live
We coming outta here, Lord let us live

[ The Game]
Chrisette Michele, Cooshie
Black Wall, Coolie High
Scott Storch, let's ride
'08 to infinity

California, New York
Scott Storch, Scott Storch
Scott Storch, Scott Storch, Scott Storch

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