Livin’ Loc’d lyrics

[Sticky Fingaz]
Yo man, f*ck THAT man!
n*ggas be on some real bullsh*t
Yo I'll bust that n*gga, get the f*ck outta here
(Yo yo yo yo what the f*ck is up?)
Yo what the f*ck is up b*tch?! Where the f*ck you been at me?
Yo man word is bond n*ggas in here be frontin
n*ggas can't get off that ol' bullsh*t (beeeeitch)
Word up man, f*ck that! Knahmsayin?
Yo I'm muh'f*ckin Sticky, f*ckin, Fingaz, knahmsayin?
f*ck that! And this motherf*ckin b*tch Bo$$; and word is bond
I want you to tell these motherf*ckers how we livin Bo$$
TELL 'EM!!

[Bo$$]
Broke as a God damn joke
Up in Detroit and once again I'm just a few.. short
Couple of hundred bucks so f*ck the rent
My share of that sh*t got spent on some Newports
So yankin, many motherf*ckers is my new.. sport
I'm ready to blast and kill for a rap deal
f*ck the landlord and the gas bill, we don't give a f*ck
We sick and sh*t of livin shabby
Waited until my cash got right then took a flight to Cali
Off into the night, me and Dee up into mo' hell
Got into some sh*t befo' we even reached the hotel (God damn!)
f*ck the dumb sh*t, gotta get rich at the same time
Cause n*ggas steady throwin up they gang sign
No loot, no more palm trees, no more calm breeze
But it's cool deez b*tches bout to slang ki's
So on my hip goes a pager, (?) major
It's two bad behavior b*tches that got gangsta flavor
See a punk KILL A PUNK and then we mug 'em quick
Out to get paid, motherf*ck this strugglin sh*t
Bullsh*t's nothin to a b*tch with no emotions
(Tell 'em how the f*ck you livin) I'm livin like loc'n
[Chorus: Sticky Fingaz]
Livin loc'd, livin livin loc'd (yo how the f*ck we livin?)
Livin loc'd (b*tch n*ggAZ GET SMOKED) (f*ck dat!)
Livin loc'd, livin livin loc'd (we livin.. uh-huh)
Livin loc'd .. mother-f*ckers!
Livin loc'd, livin livin loc'd (f*ck! We livin)
Livin loc'd (b*tch n*ggAZ GET SMOKED) (uh-huh!)
Livin loc'd, livin livin loc'd
Yeah and all the b*tch-ass n*ggas can suck my di*k!

[Bo$$]
Buck buck! Then I let the trigger loose
Motherf*ckers better duck, but it ain't no god damn duck duck goose
Haven't you heard of this murderous b*tch, crawlin slow
And puttin lead to the, head of my foes on the down low
Cause all we got we f*ckin tooken it
Got a double-bunk and now we roll, f*ck footin it
Cruisin down the 'Shaw, smokin joints, cause we blaze weed
Down to the sellers spot, cluckers kickin in their Daisies 'n sh*t
Cause n*ggas'll never drop the dirt, do we're layin n*ggas on they back
Then actin like we never even f*ckin knew ya
Unload the clip off in your chest, take a deep breath
God damn! What a motherf*ckin bloody mess
Sleepin on benches, turned us into roguest b*tches
We jumpin fences from the feds through puddles and ditches
Goin out, don't give a f*ck if I get smoked
Yo (shh..) at least I'm goin out loc'd
[Chorus: Sticky Fingaz]
Livin loc'd, livin livin loc'd (how we livin?)
Livin loc'd, livin livin loc'd (word up!)
Livin loc'd, livin livin loc'd (yo, how we livin?)
Livin loc'd, livin livin loc'd (f*ck that!)
Livin loc'd, livin livin loc'd (We livin)
Livin loc'd (b*tch n*ggAZ GET SMOKED)

[Bo$$]
Livin loc'd.. and for any b*tch beefin then the Bo$$'ll have to put a
Ass full of my FOOT for f*ckin with the butchers
f*ck next, steppin with gauge upon my hip, weapon
Nine double M's for the one-eighty-seven
Cause I'm nothin but a mag totin b*tch, smokin fifty bags
Rollin n*ggas up like the MOTHERf*ckIN zig zag!
Understand this b*tch never check mine
Or catch two into your chest with the tec-9
Cause ever since the days, of way back
It never played to let the get go, rat-a-tat-tat-tat
I fill gats so how the f*ck you figure n*gga
Put you in kill range 'til you feel pain from the trigga n*gga
When gangsta b*tches just can't cope
n*ggas are getttin smoked nine-trey and forever, livin life loc'd

[Sticky Fingaz]
It's the motherf*ckin Bo$$!