THE GAME FEAT. CHRISETTE MICHELLE LET US LIVE LYRICS

Yo I'm hopin out a Phantom with a' iced out medallion
Stallions on both arms, rocks on both charms
My Dominican chick lookin' like Scarface sister
Red and curly and she wake me up early
Cause hustlers hit the block when police change shifts
New York, California different toilet, same s***
And Brooklyn I rock Timberlands
Still toast cinnamon
Been gangster way before he dropped many men
Liquor in my system, voice raspy who I sound like?
Don't ask me that's my n**** we classy
Him and my tada jada our style superior
to haters you can catch me in the latest Marvin Gaters
Ralph Lauren suit tape it up fly cause I'm papered up
Why these n****s keep hating on my Phantom
I be out in Atlanta and body tapping I'm probably strapped
Toast it up n****s

All my hoods on the real dark side of the track
No sunny sky's just really black
We live real down here
Lord let us live
No playing around here
Lord let us live
Don't hate my hood just hate my shine
We coming out we on our grind
We live real down here
Lord let us live
We coming outta here
Lord let us live

Now who the f*** want war with the human gun store
Gangsta rap is where I live just knock on the front door
n****s stunt more than Jackie Chan what the f*** them faggots
Saying nothing when I walk in the club with the gat in hand
Take em back to '94 shooing out a Astra van
Banging was the blueprint money was the master plan
Duffel bank full of Grants and Franklins
Ride n****s take they money shoot straight to the bank then
Head to the barbershop to get chopped up
Hearing war stories who dead and who locked up
Who snitching who pitching and who knocked up
f*** n****s in Black Wall Street I trust
Black hoodies and black Asics standing on the pavement
Hustlers don't sleep n**** we work the grave shift
f*** that long money n**** get paid quick
And don't save s***

All my hoods on the real dark side of the track
No sunny sky's just really black
We live real down here
Lord let us live
No playing around here
Lord let us live
Don't hate my hood just hate my shine
We coming out we on our grind
We live real down here
Lord let us live
We coming outta here
Lord let us live

Lord knows that money don't matter
Lord knows that status is badder
Lord knows about the hood I live in
He's taking away but he's giving
Now don't give me these cars
Don't give me these mansions
Don't hate me just let me ride lord just give me light

I don't hate Mobb Deep or M.O.P
That was a phase I was caught up in the beef like a rat in a maze
And my legacy will never be that of a hater
Lyrical rhyme slayer wack n****s say your prayers
It's the return of Ghandi
Criminal minded city behind me
Put it on my face to remind me
Of all the s*** I been through my physical prints my pen too nice
My first album sent you life
I should of put down the mic when Rakim left Dre
No cleanup hitter so I was stranded on second base
I had to steal third motherf***er thats my word
There's some queens n****s try ta' put me back on the curb
I was ultimate warrior to you bully a** n****s
I will come through the hood with the fully axe n****s
Like Snoop or Suge I'm in the coupe I'm good
Mothaf***ahs' make way

All my hoods on the real dark side of the track
No sunny sky's just really black
We live real down here
Lord let us live
No playing around here
Lord let us live
Don't hate my hood just hate my shine
We coming out we on our grind
We live real down here
Lord let us live
We coming outta here
Lord let us live