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Living The Life Lyrics - Artist : Notorious B.I.G., The
To my motherfuckin' man, fifty grand, the alcoholic man
Inject a tall can in his blood stream if he can Biggie Smalls, the pussy stroker MC provoker, the chocolate tah smoker (huh?) I like to mack in Maximas and Acuras Your girl butt cheeks, I'm smackin' (huh?) The raw rapper, spot smacker With the little hooker on my lap, ah, you know your favorite macker A shy nigga, but I ain't your fuckin' comforter And if I ever fall in love, I bet I'm fuckin' her Ask the hooker, if I didn't jug her She try to front, then I put the Chuckii Booker on her (Why you wanna play games on me?) Bitch, you crazy? Commitments, I'm Swayze No time for the ill shit Mess with the niggas on that real blood spill shit My rappin' tactics, are drastic Stretchin' motherfuckers like Mr. Fantastic So if you wanna see my Pedigree, you better be Filled with energy, niggas never gettin' me Big cities and bright lights Short days and long nights No stress and no strife I'm high off living the life It's clear to see that I'm the motherfuckin' man, I done learned from the Best of 'em; took the first slot, niggas still second guessin' 'em Hoes, I'm undressin' 'em, foes, I'm not stresin' 'em Out-lastin' a bunch of 'em, out-flowed the rest of 'em 'Cause everyday, I stay preachin' on the pulpit So tell them haters they could miss me with that bullshit But I won't miss, I'm Luda, the heat holder I'm rich, bitch! I've done more shows than Oprah And I'm a soldier, ready for whatever Roll with a bunch of niggas that don't know no better King like Coretta, countin' more cheddar Just hired two dykes to be my whore-getters When it comes to these women, dog, ain't no one fuckin' with me They runnin' back, you think I had TJ Duckett with me That's 'cause I throw it like Vick, from the yard line Menage a trois, it's safe to say I'm havin' hard times Big cities and bright lights Short days and long nights No stress and no strife I'm high off living the life To my nigga Chopper dot, with the whoopty-whop on the block Got the heaters cocked, 'cause I know the suckers on the block Hennesey and Belve-D, brings a lot of jealousy Nigga stop snitchin', nephew, why you tellin' me? They say the game ain't what it use to be on [?] Used to be a G, but now he just a ho Runnin' 'round poitin' fingers, tellin' names You fuckin' up the rules to this dirty game, and it's a dirty shame I ain't flippin' out, that's probably why I'm dippin' out Ya'll fools trippin' out, that why I'm on a different route Now, makin' money, havin' clout, what's what it's all about Twenty seven cars and a twelve bedroom house Now they call me Snoopy Trump I keep my heater close, 'cause I love to bust Now hat's a stain on a nigga, I bang on a nigga Kick rocks and watch how I do my thing, young nigga; I'm livin' the life! Big cities and bright lights Short days and long nights No stress and no strife I'm high off living the life Big cities and bright lights Short days and long nights No stress and no strife I'm high off living the life |
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