Lyrics Die Like a Gee or Live Like a Trick - Poppa Lq

Die Like a Gee or Live Like a Trick

The early '80s was the time frame
When I first moved to the turf on the street named (10th Avenue)
Sleepin' on the floor with my folks in a one bedroom
Ditchin' school, trynna find a way to make some revenue
And sellin' dope is what I need to do to get above
I got a sack, rocked it up, chopped it up, and sold it dove for dove
I was probably only nine or ten
Holdin' the ave, checkin' ends, trynna grind for mine
I kept my woke up under my tongue until my mouth got numb
Wore a pistol for the fool dumb enough to snatch my dope and run
At fifteen I was transportin' herbs
Stackin' my money and moved my momma to the suburbs
Niggas wanted consignment but I told them all to miss me
Now they want to get me and contemplate the pussy
The game was gettin' shitty so I bounced up off the state
'Cause niggas was gettin' stuck with Buck Rodgers dates
Life ain’t livin' if you’re scared to die
A G dies once but a trick dies a thousand times
So raise up off me or your ass gets shot
You best to say your prays and get your ride on low
My mind’s set on the bank roll stroll with them empties
Bitches see the date and so they label me a pimp
But I’m hustlin', ain’t trustin' nothin' but my paper
I used to walk around the hood now niggas catchin' vapors
This is safer to let me make mine
I re-up, hit the mall after these last nine ounces is gone
'Cause it’s on on the east side, mafia pride
These hoes know what’s poppin' when my homeboys ride
See it’s all about the westside, where niggas ain’t scared to come outside
From 74th to 83rd, fuck what you heard
Birds don’t fly south for the winter
I sent a key and a half to my G and I laugh
I’m countin' my money, I know the math
P-I-M-P, see I empty out the clip
I make a Blood bleed, a Crip see R.I.P
Set trip and I’mma finish it
I’m on some Menace shit
Pass the mother fucking chronic when it’s lit
I was sellin' down the street
Some niggas rolled up and said, «Who you from?»
I didn’t run, I didn’t have my gun
I hit them niggas up 'cause I don’t give a fuck
I’m a G and I’m a die like one
And you’s a trick
I know’s the crack game like I know the back of my hand
I can eyeball two keys gram for gram
Hook them mother fuckers make them come back at three
Shoot one to Alabama, and two to Tennessee
And serve them rock for rock
And come back there three months later with a mother fucking knot
Buys two more and gets my twist on again
Takes my time 'cause that’s how a hoodsta win
Buys myself a house and a car
A poodle for my bitch and two rocks for my yard
'Cause that the way you’re 'spose to see
When you’re in the streets puttin' down your hustle, G
I’m takin' graveyard chances
'Cause nowadays niggas be actin' hella skanless
But look, I don’t fall for it
I’m at the mall 'cause a nigga worked hard for it, shit
Nigga pack your lunch before you test mine
Two to your mother fucking chest if you stress mine
You betta bring your whole clique
'Cause nigga I’mma die like a G 'fore I live like a trick