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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Havoc
Performer
Big Noyd
Performer
Shante
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Shante
Composer
Nasir Jones
Composer
Kejuan Muchita
Composer
Tejuan Perry
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Havoc
Producer
Kevin Crause
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
Ready for war, ready for anything
But doing this for urring, y'all **** know my pedigree
Forty first side, blood run through my veins
Got everything to gain like the stock and change
Got shorty in the hood on the ankle rocking my name
Words that I spit, it's my brain and pipe game
Call me your natural, who never went right ring
QB's radical's just doing his thing
Ayo, **** hate it, even though they try to portray it
This money looking good, fuck it, you can all hate it
Like I'ma lose sleep, hold life, have beef
So you can say what you think about me
Ayo you **** like Nas and gunfights, you're dead wrong
Pulled out the nine and still got hooked on
Your no frill scheme and on skill team
Got you in a coma, angel of your shoulder
Ayo we live this, eat, sleep, shit this
Ayo we live this, eat, sleep, shit this
Ayo we live this, eat, sleep, shit this
Ayo we live this, eat, sleep, shit this
Ayo we live this, eat, sleep, shit this
Ayo we live this, eat, sleep, shit this
Ayo we live this, eat, sleep, shit this
We live this, live this, live this...
Ayo, Ayo, Ayo
It's always gon' be gangsta with me, ****, with Timbs on my feet
Either sweats or denim jeans, brand new white tee
With my chain swinging, I'm thugged in the street
You think Noyd, you think of hustling, busting the heat
Repping QB borroughs, surrounded with thugs
Who carry coke, crack, bud and they got guns
Who went from slums to homes, trains to the V's
The **** you see in the hood with the G's
Where gangstas be and the pistols pop
You rub on the mami thighs, they panties drop
This shit get you hot, we ill you not
You sick 'cause you love the way we rock
Crusing in the Nav with a dime or not
Jumping out the Nav copping cheese but eye up the spot
You know my two heaters is hot, fiending for spraying
And that goes out to those scheming and laying
Ayo we live this, eat, sleep, shit this
Ayo we live this, eat, sleep, shit this
Ayo we live this, eat, sleep, shit this
Ayo we live this, eat, sleep, shit this
Ayo we live this, eat, sleep, shit this
Ayo we live this, eat, sleep, shit this
Ayo we live this, eat, sleep, shit this
Ayo we live this, eat, sleep, shit this
Who you know had guilty FO wanting to tie in the coochie
Now thugging album covers, rocking guns and Gucci
'85 getting paid while them gangstas watch
Champagne pop Benzes, candy painted drop, bitch
Roxanne Shanté, Hilary Clinton
Lay out the red carpet, y'all hoes shut up and listen
Mouths close when you ever hear a veteran spittin
Y'all hoes only shine with the legend's permisson
Bitches ask around "Why she wait to spit this long?"
You know the queen who came out with the first diss song
I showed hoes how to rock furs, Glocks in my skirts
Dated real killers when they feel I cop them a bird
Ain't nothing, ain't fronting, Shantie love where she lives
Mother of my two kids and the mother of the rich
Tried the planes, ran the game with Sham, Marley and Biz
Still real, popping up with Nas mobbing the Bridge
No silicone, no wigs, no liposuction
First bitch riding racks along cycles fronting
I respect new females, give all y'all credit
Supporting your videos, bought all y'all records
No matter how you get down, your sexual preference
Just keep this shit real or this thunnette going to set it
Queensbridge projects, yeah, we murder the rest
And all my gangstresses know I rock the best
Ayo we live this, eat, sleep, shit this
Ayo we live this, eat, sleep, shit this
Ayo we live this, eat, sleep, shit this
Ayo we live this, eat, sleep, shit this
Ayo we live this, eat, sleep, shit this
Ayo we live this, eat, sleep, shit this
Ayo we live this, eat, sleep, shit this
We live this, live this, live this...
Bitches
Y'all in trouble now
Written by: Kejuan Muchita, Nasir Jones, Shante, Tejuan Perry