Cam'ron - Live My Life (Leave Me Alone) Тексты

[Opening]
Thug Niggaz be on (Uh) point and game tight (Killa, Killa)
Thug Niggaz be on point and game (Uh) tight (Who them niggaz)
Thug Niggaz be on point and game tight (Harlem, Harlem)(ROC)
(Uh) Thug Niggaz be on point and game tight
Thug Niggaz be on point and game tight
(We gon' set this bitch off)
My Ambitionz Az A Killa, Yo
Huh, Yo

[Verse 1]
Soon as I get here niggaz wanna wrap the ROC up (They garbage)
Nah, backslash wrap the rocks up, gats, back the block up
Cop killers, clap at coppers, blast at choppers
Pass the vodka, listen, don't ever mention Dash or Hoffa (never)
It's a Harlem thing dog, you'll clash with Mobsters (Uptown)
Remember me? Got jumped on TNT (What's beef)
Next week, back punked TNT (What's beef)
All my niggaz got M-16's kid
And all we do is watch MTV Cribs
Learn not to in fury the victim
Purially stick 'em, break down your security system (KILLA)
Stop frontin', you was never a menace
Never a hustla, NO, we could never do business (never)
Business is business, money is money
Hustle is hustle, stupid is stupid
You da dumbest of dummies (Killa)

[Chorus]
Leave me alone, let me just live my live, ah
Just leave me alone, leave me alone
Let me just live my life ah
That's the sound of the police

[Verse 2]
All I do every day dog, blunt after blunt
Stunt after stunt, they all cunt after cunt
Like that I'm Shiesty, look at his shoes, like my Nikes
Know I got a girl, like my wifey, like that I'm rude
Come here, let me pick with your chest, dick on your breast
All they say "That nigga's a mess"
You heard me fam? All worthy of this dirty man
Take it in your ass? How about 30 grams ma'?
Go upstate, come back downstate, next time around me
You might get a POUNDCAKE, (screw that bitch)
Fuck it up, she understand that I might slap her
I'll me damned if I work for some white cracker (shit)
White batter, prize in the pack, fiends hug it
If they love it, call it Cracker Jacks, (KILLA)
Where the crack is at, watch me get dem dice
Throw 'em hard, let me live my life (KILLA)

[Chorus]
Leave me alone, let me just live my live, ah
Just leave me alone, leave me alone
Let me just live my life ah
That's the sound of the police

[Verse 3]
Fuck this life as a rap star, you dealing with crack Gods
Cookin' the crack hard, lead the crack jars
All of the chips, the crib with the backyard
Pull out the gat pa or block a black car
And I'm scary with the 5th, compare me to a gift
Yellow diamonds, ganerrie on my wrist, just juice
Get wet up and waive, that'll be the day, killa cam
Mess up some yay(cokaine)(shiiiiit), thug niggaz be on point
And game tight, cop a brick, and re-up in the same night
And it get that trife, I flick that knife, dog eat dog
Let me live my life Killa

[Chorus]
Leave me alone, let me just live my live, ah
Just leave me alone, leave me alone
Let me just live my life ah
That's the sound of the police

[Closing]
The block is hot, niggaz tell me to kill it
Knowin when I get out they gon feel it
Witness the realest
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