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| Geto Boys Miscellaneous Livin' 4 The Moment [ VERSE 1: Willie D ] Picture me broke and disgusted, livin like a fuckin bum Raggedy clothes, not knowin where my next meal comin from I want the American Dream like Dusty Rolls Got my eyes on paper, fuck these musty hoes Foes die slower than an AIDS patient To a tombstone my enemies lead chasin The police wanna see me in an early grave But I ain't trippin on em muthafuckin pearly gates Ways to get a nigga 'fore he get me Always keep my 'stola with me Never beg for my life if they muthafuckin hit me Face, are you with me? (Hell yeah) The D.E.A. tryin to put me in a jail cell (Hell yeah) But I refuse to be locked up (Hell yeah) Give me a quart of ki rocked up (Hell yeah) Money and murder, that's my motto I take my chances in the ghetto, fuck the lotto [ CHORUS: Scarface ] I live my life for the moment, fuck tomorrow Still kill, beg, borrow Money is power Rocks is powder Glock in trousers Block is ours Sold flour Hood sours Crime towers Scream louder [ VERSE 2: Scarface ] Bein broke got a muthafucka focused on the wrong things Livin illegal, armorin the Regal with gold Danes Twistin muthafuckas up, killin em even quicker Niggas on a suicidal mission to get the scrilla Anybody peeler, I'm still a homicidal killer Mob with gorillas, servin the fiends smokin chillers And I'm - so high - that I - can touch the sky Above the fallin rain Let me explain, in these streets no pain Murder your partner if he crosses you, nigga, do your thing It's a struggle for position in this cold dark world Survival of the realest geto boys and girls So what you waitin on, get your muthafuckin ranks And your muthafuckin bank, serve your muthafuckin Hank And your dank, I don't think the sun don't shine In 1999 - so grind Ain't no sense in dyin without a dime Listen to the muthafuckin rhymes [ CHORUS ] [ VERSE 3: Willie D ] Day dark, walk through the valley of the shadow of death I fear nothin We all gotta die of somethin Don't blame me if I capitalize Give me the dope and lock me up if I happen to rise Despise any human that ain't a substance to my lifestyle Put me out my mysery, I might smile Why plan the future when everyday there's a new opponent I'm livin for the muthafuckin moment, DMG, get on it [ VERSE 4: DMG ] Well I, nigga, I come to ride Down for the Southside Drive by your community I'm doin him, we bombin Droppin on your muthafuckin squadron Heartless, bring these muthafuckas rigor mortis For the moment, ??? bonin, who want this? Come on and let me know you really, really want it I'm here, now for life, straight up and down, mangler ??? strangler, hang you up Niggas get smoked like herb Inner cities to suburbs Word em up, fuck em up, tired of bein flat With nothin but these clothes on my back (No scratch) fuck that with the middle finger I'm tryin to turn my grass greener And fertilize my pocket size - for the moment [ CHORUS ] |
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