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[Yayo]
Yea....
yo word up man...
f**king cold out here man...f**king toes is killing me man
f**king been on the block all day man...
but you know I gotta get this money, rain, sleet, snow man...
f**k man, yo listen man

[Verse One]
Yo, we project livin', with plastic on the furniture
lil' niggas coming up, with f**king try to murda ya,
D's not out, so the coast is clear
but its getting hard to sleep with this roach in my ear.
everybody got a nina, everybody got a vest 
New York City is the arena of death
yo the strip moving slow, but everybody goin hard 
seeing more D's then a damn report card.
Everybody rap now, follow these dreams 
Imma call my clientel, sign all my feinds
I aint in for a week, with dirty clothes
all day by the spot, by a dirty stove
trials keep me strong, hope keep me happy
but im only human so these niggas wanna clap me
this drug game over, but there's money to make
so they clapping at niggas to raise the crime rate.

[chorus] 
You could live by the gun, or die by the bullet
Niggas push me, for sure im goin' pullet
Material objects got the world crooked
In my hood, they hustle and be on that jook shit
and snakes in the grass be on that bullshit
niggas thats ass, stay with a full clip
guns get blast, niggas on that shook shit
So live by the gun, or die by the bullet.

[Verse Two]
Those ryhmes you spit, can embaress the city
but my bad bag game like Paris and Nickey
load the semi, I'm in the spot, carving the crack
you stunt, I'll leave my bullets lodged in your back
New York city everything move fast,
little girls get pregnant, throw they babies in the trash
China white wizzy moving quickly on the ave.
same one that had whitney into rehab
up early in the morning, cause there's money to earn
cause the early bird, we the ones to catch the worm
we got nicks, tre's, 20's and dimes
got my spot looking like a soul train line.
fuck doin time, I'm trying to progress
get that money niggas, serve your projects
hustlin' homie, thas all i know
in the summer time, i can make the whole strip snow.

[chorus] 
You could live by the gun, or die by the bullet
Niggas push me, for sure im goin' pullet
Material objects got the world crooked
In my hood, they hustle and be on that jook shit
and snakes in the grass be on that bullshit
niggas thats ass, stay with a full clip
guns get blast, niggas on that shook shit
So live by the gun, or die by the bullet.

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