Yo, man, that, man be on some real bullshit Yo, I'll bust that nigga ass, get the outta here Yo, what the is up, bitch? Where the fuck you at, man?
Yo, man is bond niggaz in here be frontin' can't get off that ol' bullshit Word up, man, fuck that,
Yo, I'm muh'fuckin' fuckin' fingaz, knahmsayin'? Fuck that, and this motherfuckin' Boss And word is bond I want you to tell motherfuckers How we livin' Boss, 'em
Broke as a joke Up in Detroit and again I'm just a few short Couple of hundred bucks, so the rent My share of that shit got on some Newports So yankin' many is my new sport
I'm ready to blast and for a rap deal Fuck the and the gas bill, we don't give a fuck We sickin' shit of livin' Waited my cash got right then took a flight to Cali
Off the night, me and Dee up into mo' hell Got into some shit befo' we even reached the the dumb shit, gotta get rich at the same time 'Cause steady throwin' up they gang sign
No loot, no more palm trees, no more calm But cool, deez bitches 'bout to slang ki's So on my hip goes a pager, major It's two bad behavior bitches that got gangsta
See a punk, kill a punk and we mug 'em quick Out to get paid, motherfuck this shit Bullshit's nothin' to a bitch no emotions Tell 'em how the fuck you livin', I'm livin like
Livin' loc'd, livin', loc'd loc'd, bitch niggaz get smoked Livin' loc'd, livin', livin' loc'd, motherfuckers
Livin' loc'd, livin', livin' loc'd, bitch niggaz get smoked Livin' loc'd, livin', loc'd And all the bitch ass niggaz can my dick
Buck, buck, then I let the loose better duck, but it ain't no goddamn duck duck goose Haven't you heard of murderous bitch crawlin' slow? And lead to the head of my foes on the down low
all we got we fuckin' tooken it Got ourselves a buck and now we it, fuck footin' it Cruisin' down the 'shaw, smokin' joints 'cause we weed Down to [Incomprehensible] kickin' in their Daisies 'n shit
'Cause niggaz'll never the dirt Do we're layin' on they back Then like we never even fuckin' knew ya Unload the off in your chest, take a deep breath Goddamn, a motherfuckin' bloody mess
Sleepin' on benches, turned us into bitches We jumpin' fences from the feds through and ditches Goin' out, give a fuck if I get smoked Yo, at least I'm goin' out
Livin' loc'd, livin', livin' Livin' loc'd, livin', livin' Livin' loc'd, livin', livin' Livin' loc'd, livin', loc'd
Livin' loc'd, livin', livin' Livin' loc'd, bitch get smoked Livin'
And for any bitch beefin' then the Boss have to put a Ass full of my for fuckin' with the butchers Fuck next, steppin' with gauge my hip, weapon double m's for the 187 'Cause I'm but a mag totin' bitch, smokin' fifty bags niggaz up like the motherfuckin' zig zag
Understand this never [Incomprehensible] mine Or catch two into your chest the Tec 9 'Cause ever since the days of way I played, you let the gat go rat a tat tat tat
I fill gats, so how the you figure, nigga Put you in kill range 'til you feel from the trigga, nigga When gangsta just can't cope Niggaz are gettin' smoked nine and forever, livin' life loc'd
It's the motherfuckin'