Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Live My Life (Leave Me Alone) , by - Cam'Ron. Release date: 31.12.2001
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Live My Life (Leave Me Alone) |
| Now that I’m here niggas wanna wrap the ROC up |
| Nah, backslash wrap the rocks up, back the block up |
| Cop killers, clap at coppers, blast at choppers |
| Pass the vodka, listen, don’t ever mention Dash or Hoffa |
| It’s a Harlem thing dog, you’ll clash with Mobsters (uptown) |
| Remember me? |
| Got jumped on TNT (what's beef?) |
| Next week, back pump TNT (what's beef?) |
| All my niggas got M-16's kid |
| And all we do is watch MTV Cribs |
| Learn not to in fury the victim |
| Purially stick 'em, break through your security system (KILLA) |
| Stop frontin', you was never a menace |
| Never a hustla, NO, we could never do business |
| Business is business, money is money |
| Hustle is hustle, stupid is stupid |
| You da dumbest of dummies (Killa) |
| Leave me alone, let me just live my live, ah |
| Just leave me alone, leave me alone |
| Let me just live my life ah |
| That’s the sound of the police |
| All I do every day dog, blunt after blunt |
| Stunt after stunt, they all ?? |
| after ?? |
| Like that I’m Shiesty, look at my shoes, like my Nikes |
| Know that I got a girl, like my wifey, like that I’m rude |
| Come here, let me pick with your chest, dick on your breast |
| All they say «That nigga’s a mess» |
| You heard me fam? |
| All worthy of this dirty man |
| Take it in your ass? |
| How about 30 grams ma'? |
| Go upstate, come back downstate, next time around me |
| You might get a POUNDCAKE, (screw that bitch) |
| Fuck it up, she understand that I might slap her |
| I’ll me damned if I work for some white cracker (shit) |
| White batter, prize in the pack, fiends love |
| They hug it, call it Cracker Jacks, KILLA |
| Where the crack is at, watch me get dem dice |
| Throw 'em on, let me live my life |
| Leave me alone, let me just live my live, ah |
| Just leave me alone, leave me alone |
| Let me just live my life ah |
| That’s the sound of the police |
| Fuck life as a rap star, you dealing with crack gods |
| Cookin' the crack hard, lead the crack jars |
| All of the chips, the crib with the backyard |
| Pull out the gat pa, a bar, and black cars |
| And I’m scary with the 5th, compare me to a gift |
| Yellow diamonds, ganerrie on my wrist, just juice |
| Get wet up and waive, that’ll be the day, killa cam |
| Mess up some yeah (shiiiiit), thug niggas be on point |
| And game time, cop a brick, and re-up in the same night |
| And to get that trife, I flick that knife, doggy dog |
| Let me live my life |
| Leave me alone, let me just live my live, ah |
| Just leave me alone, leave me alone |
| Let me just live my life ah |
| That’s the sound of the police |
| The block is hot, niggas tell me to feel it |
| Know when I get out they gon feel it |
| Witness the realest |