Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Broadcast Live, artist - T.I.. Album song Da' Nic, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 10.09.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: King
Song language: English
Broadcast Live |
OK we broadcast live from the West Side |
Where the real nigga ride and the rest die |
Ayy don’t be out here talking bout shit that you don’t know about |
You catch a lick and do your time, you don’t testify |
You keep your face card good and your nose clean |
Never trust the word of a dope fiend |
Keep a strap at all times run them numbers up |
If that ain’t what you want you ain’t one of us |
We broadcast live |
From a hellhole |
You sell blow, better get enough to get an elbow |
Or you ain’t shit |
You be the man when you seen bricks |
And not before that |
It ain’t gon be no sucker shit, you better know that |
Prepare for the gunplay, you’ll encounter it one day |
Happen that kept me with it and I’m back on the frontpage |
Just play this shit how it go, I follow the g-code |
They so far up on niggas they think u got a cheatcode |
All I ever wanted was a widebody Benz |
And a bad bitch, you ain’t got no widebody friends |
Ain’t never got a little hand 'em out |
Long as I can keep the cheetah on me at the gambling house |
OK we broadcast live from the west side |
Where the real nigga ride and the rest die |
Ayy don’t be out here talking bout shit that you don’t know about |
You catch a lick and do your time, you don’t testify |
You keep your face card good and your nose clean |
Never trust the word of a dope fiend |
Keep a strap at all times run them numbers up |
If that ain’t what you want you ain’t one of us |
We broadcast live |
From the gutter, nigga get high with they mother |
To take they mind off they father go do some time for they brother |
Boy you get caught with that bundle better not point at another |
'Fore you get hit with a title from which you never recover |
My uncle mad tell me boy you better be the man |
You better fight, they whoop your ass then you fight again (damn) |
Coming live from the trap spot |
Get everything from a slab to a laptop (cocaine) |
Divide the have from the have-nots |
Should twelve get on your ass, give them nothing but gas |
Expecting nothing but the money, spend it fast as it coming |
In God We Trust, for everyone else the cash all |
OK we broadcast live from the west side |
Where the real nigga ride and the rest die |
Ayy don’t be out here talking bout shit that you don’t know about |
You catch a lick and do your time, you don’t testify |
You keep your face card good and your nose clean |
Never trust the word of a dope fiend |
Keep a strap at all times run them numbers up |
If that ain’t what you want you ain’t one of us |
Nigga we live and direct from the project |
Where niggas ain’t got shit to lose, they ain’t got shit |
So when they get a little cheque, think they hot shit |
A pyrex and nine out of ten apartment |
And hot shit half price, nigga hard shit |
And thot shit’ll turn around every week, but it did so you keep |
If the neck game ain’t good if a lame nigga peep |
Ayy we’ll turn up through the week but on the weekend! |
OK we broadcast live from the west side |
Where the real nigga ride and the rest die |
Ayy don’t be out here talking bout shit that you don’t know about |
You catch a lick and do your time, you don’t testify |
You keep your face card good and your nose clean |
Never trust the word of a dope fiend |
Keep a strap at all times run them numbers up |
If that ain’t what you want you ain’t one of us |
We broadcast live |