had to borrow three words from Stevie for the issue For what it's worth I'm calling this official To live and die for you is to live and die with you
have love? Or infact does the blood make you think you have to love? Look, I probably love my family more than anybody here But my homies are family too, 3rd cousins' get
hang your flag up some more! (Don't worry about my goddamn flag boy what's terrible is you damn rappers cursin') [3rd Verse- Shaggy2Dope] The country we live
And just a little sip or two... 'TILL I GET MY SHIT, IN THIS MOTHERFUCKER I WON'T NEVER DIIIIEEE! [3rd Verse - Violent J] I slept under bridges, lived
' in the county for summers if they should down me everybody around us become one for that day to live life get your shit right & play Don't get it twisted
(feat. Meek Mill, Wale) 3 passports, 3 first class tickets to the money straight flights [Rick Ross] I live by the cold war drove from round the globe
see 'em fake me Out shook me So from church I play hookie Listen to the words of a brother The sick stutters So you better better Get the get the bags
as bad as these hatas'll do ya As soon as ya get ya loot up they wanna shoot off Lord forbid to kill me I bet ya nobody knew what Suckas get shot and
missions to get cream Seein apartment managers evictin indigent fiends Whose kids will never know what legitimate innocent means, scream Elicited by sick scenes It was live
bounty hunters fuck Sittin' in the county for summers if they should down me Everybody around us become one for that day To live life get your shit right and play Don't get
was it that Judd you know how it go all my partnas cut, all my partnas tight we gonna get kill, leys get fried tonight and we can get blitz and jam some
3 passports, 3 first class tickets to the money straight flights I live by the cold war drove from round the globe all I need is a kilo, a apron, show
3 passports, 3 first class tickets to the money straight flights [Rick Ross] I live by the cold war drove from round the globe all I need is a kilo,
nigga Can't touch! A rebel runnin' rhymes leavin' bitch niggas fucked up! Strickly representing' kickin' it for my niggas out the 3rd Servin' silly suckers jealous niggas get
bites Roll like the blue coats with no lights, late night Smooth criminal, born original on a lyrical high Perform miracles before your 3rd eye Sir I
two in one shot like Pert Plus Niggaz get dumb live on acetate Massacre masses of MC's on mixtapes Street cats get taken out with street raps Live from
G-role, actin' a hero, will get'cha below, I'll be facin' Ito, but you got your life Repo'ed Chorus (4x) 3rd Verse: I got incredible criminals in
0 chevy with the drops in slot Use to pass me pepsi cola while he drunk him a pint Tippin' to the southside runnin' a light Use to have me up in 3rd ward
