Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Livin' the Life, artist - The Lox. Album song Money, Power & Respect, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 12.01.1998
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Bad Boy
Song language: English
Livin' the Life |
Yeah, the game of life |
In this game, it’s not whether you win or lose |
But how you played the game, come on |
Everything involves The LOX |
Ask the niggas with the money in the safe and the cats on cell blocks |
Car parked in the lot, door is locked |
And the only time the phone is blocked is when home is hot |
I announce the bounce, smooth like an ounce |
Blow more ways than one y’all niggas count |
One Mississippi, you can’t get with me |
Two Mississippi, you never gon' hit me |
Three Mississippi, can’t no bitch trick me |
Four Mississippi, won’t no dog sick me |
Five Mississippi, we in Mississippi |
Twenty deep in the block, real niggas rock with me |
Blazing, revving in the black 9/11 |
Lox out of sight like Michael Knight and Kevin |
Living dead, hoes giving head to the Feds |
Catch him with the Calico, light him up in bed |
Livin' the life, either you rise or fall |
It’s a two way street, be large or small |
Livin' the life, either you die or ball |
It’s a two way street, be rich or poor |
Livin' the life, either you rise or fall |
It’s a two way street, be large or small |
Livin' the life, either you die or ball |
It’s a two way street, be rich or poor |
My niggas order parts for cars |
Like motherfuckin' pizza for years |
While you get all yours from Sears |
What nigga even my guns be German |
Links, Cuban, rugs, Persian |
Now we can take this another level papa |
And simply bust your pinata, you hot sa |
LOX take blocks, turn 'em into Fort Knox |
Cake wasn’t blowin' here, till we started going there |
What I ain’t hating you 'cause you’s a little richer |
But you old and I’m young, so that mean I think quicker |
When bitch drunk, I’m bent up, I bounce with the land blow |
pump the missile, black berry molassi |
Flossin' with the bad mama sita |
My chi ca, be ten cent |
Job with the government |
Tap the Fed line so when they raid I’ll be lovin' it |
Livin' the life, either you rise or fall |
It’s a two way street, be large or small |
Livin' the life, either you die or ball |
It’s a two way street, be rich or poor |
Livin' the life, either you rise or fall |
It’s a two way street, be large or small |
Livin' the life, either you die or ball |
It’s a two way street, be rich or poor |
I swear under oath, no bullshit will any lock take |
'Cause we stop drama like anti lock brakes |
High stakes, politic, pies and cakes |
Real niggas do dirt, tell lies then skate |
What up, son? |
What you bullshittin' 'bout now, huh? |
Where we from? |
Don’t matter 'cause we gettin' it done |
Land Rover, double sun roof, bulletproof |
Tangaray and grapefruit, got me hurlin' on my boots |
Man, please spit it out, twist the trees |
5:40 I fly when I’m dissin' the D’s |
Deep Dish P., Sip Dom P. with ease |
First two words I ever learn, cock and squeeze |
Ain’t about that, trying to do without that |
Makin' niggas fuck up their budget |
Time to get their paper route back |
L O X three letter word, black mall |
With every last member of the team on the job |
Whether it be controllin' the street, holdin' the heat |
Really don’t matter to me, long as we eat |
Livin' the life, either you rise or fall |
It’s a two way street, be large or small |
Livin' the life, either you die or ball |
It’s a two way street, be rich or poor |
Livin' the life, either you rise or fall |
It’s a two way street, be large or small |
Livin' the life, either you die or ball |
It’s a two way street, be rich or poor |
Livin' the life |