Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song How We Live, artist - Styles P.
Date of issue: 31.12.2005
Song language: English
How We Live |
Yeah! |
Watup, son? |
Havoc, watup nigga good lookin for the beat. |
I’ma talk shit over this one |
Told you I got you my nigga. |
But um, I want you to let these niggaz |
[know why you in that top 5. |
This is my livin nigga |
Why you that nigga. |
It feel good in here |
Yeah! |
Second time around I’ma let the magic shoot |
This time it’s off the Havoc flute yeah |
I’m a general and criminal yall fags salute |
I’m in the streets while yall sweet like a bag of fruit |
And I stick to my timberlands like I’m maganoo |
Ya man lookin like he want it he can have it to |
Try to tell these muthafuckas they should do as do does |
I been smoking haze just as green as the zoo was |
Sorta like the city of Gods |
We be screamin out «we gon' make it"but I pity the odds |
I’m like knock out Ned when I pop out led |
But I even been around to pass Biggie cigars |
So I smoked wit a legend, if you took the oath then the ghost is ya bredrin |
blowin smoke in the seven |
Or maybe it’s the hooptie in these pisshole slums |
Just tryna kick my piece off of kiko’s drums |
Ya know |
This is how we live |
Smoking, drinking, hustling, thinking |
This is how we live |
Drug spots, projects, Jail cell stinking |
This is how we live |
Whole block run when they see cop lights blinking |
This is how we live |
Benjamins, grants, Washingtons Lincolns |
Die once you live twice die twice you live once |
Get the shit confused so I’m puffin on the big blunts |
Kick it wit the kid that be deep in the zone |
It’s the ghost, I got to go to sleep just to get home |
I’m spiritually outta this world |
Meet my lyrics on the darkside come back when the dutchie get twirled |
I’m the alpha and omega of nice |
I’m the messenger sent by the force at the head of the light |
But satan’s ridin my back in the dead of the night |
I be doin some crazy shit for some bread and some ice |
God I’m tryna focus with my third eye lens |
I smoke haze to see my brother when he blow that wind |
And I’m a grown man so I know my sins |
And niggaz don’t get the picture so do Kodak win? |
The shit’sover their head and under their nose |
Not a star cause I’m a sun when it come to a flow |
Ya Know |
I’m a rare individual |
Represent my team till they put in me in the earth no air in my physical |
I don’t need to dream I live another life when I sleep it’s so deep I’ma |
spare you the visual |
Far from religious but my heir’s name is biblical |
Stay away from crabs they don’t care cause they miserable |
School lil niggaz |
You could by diamonds but I could play wit words that’s a jewel lil nigga |
Tongue sharp like a sword |
I could get ya fam killed just off my word that’s the proper Art of War |
Stay wit the Parker and the Porsche |
I don’t trust a soul cause niggaz threw rocks up at the Lord |
The cash aint right there the mask is right there |
Niggaz try P I’ma blast 'em right there |
You don’t want ya right ear next to ya Nike Airs |
Said I’m from the darkside bringin the light here |
Wha! |
Second time around, you know what time it is. |
It’s all lyrics over |
here nigga. |
Feel me nigga! |
And I’m in the hood for real. |
All day all night |
shit like that. |
Yo Hav once again good lookin out for the beat nigga. |
SP the |
Ghost, ONE! |