[Mr. Marcelo]
First of all, ain't no mistakes aloud
Quickest n*gga to pull a trigger moves the crowd
Livin' it foul, ghetto n*gga doing it wild
Lots of n*ggas wanna be us, but they don't know how
I growl like a dog, before I break ya off
Anything above ya shoulders, I take it off
I got nothing to lose but alot to gain
I ran, I slang, I hang in the courtway mane
Late night on the flight just doing my thing
If it's beef I'm letting them rang, it ain't not thang
To no n*gga that f*ck with me
Doing bad they'll rob armored trucks with me
Take it back to the hood and spit it up with me
They dump for me, I guess cause of who I run with
n*ggas down to drop, givin' em low sh*t
I pack a handgun with a .30 round clip
Down to cut lose, no running or getting spooked
Who act greedy?, if I can't, you can't either
Me and Mac, in the beamer truck strangling heaters
We live by it, we die by it
Chorus: [Mr. Marcelo]
I live by it and I die by it, and if I got beef
I sleep and I lie by the gun
I live by it and I die by it, and if I got beef
I sleep and I lie by the gun
[Mac]
What, n*gga, look
My bodyguard ain't Kevin, they call him Mac-11
Look down the barrel and tell me if you see Hell or Heaven
I murder my foes and pray for they souls
And plead guilty, and expect the same when you kill me
Tell my b*tches to carry out the slaughter, and it's an order
It'll be a red christmas, for you son and your daughters
I live by it, but Mac will never die by it
You don't want them Telly boys to come fly by
G.T. Apostle, put that on the hood
And if I die representin' that it's all good
My brother Ghost is a straight shot, give him a Glock
From a rooftop, and they'll never know who shot
Chorus: [Mr. Marcelo]
I live by it and I die by it, and if I got beef
I sleep and I lie by the gun
I live by it and I die by it, and if I got beef
I sleep and I lie by the gun, the gun
[Mr. Marcelo]
Man .38, I love her, .25 will make me miss her
Traded in a 10 mintue to get his little sister
Me and Mr. Mauseberg was tight as f*ck
But ain't no way I'm givin' my chopper up
I love to hear the sound of M-16
Two 23's and AR-15's
AP-9, Mac-11, and the techs in effect
But ain't no telling, what finna eject
Desert Eagle, we bustin' back at them people
n*ggas afraid, in the fade, throwin' grenades
Pop a 4-5 and glide, it's real cool
When 4-4 came around, they act a fool
SK in the hallway, surrounded by troops
For n*ggas that don't know, a troop is a .22
Chorus: [Mr. Marcelo]
I live by it and die by it, and if I got beef
I sleep and I lie by the gun
I live by it and die by it, and if I got beef
I sleep and I lie by the gun, the gun
I live by it and die by it, and if I got beef
I sleep and I lie by the gun, the gun