Live By The Gun Songtext / Lyric

You live by the gun die by the gun

Ain't nowhere to hide nowhere to run

From de rom pa-pa-pom-pom pack a A-K

In the heart of the slums that's where we stay



I know this lil nigga man he only 5"3

Napoleon complex that's what I see

He pack a 4-5 when he walking through the streets

So even in the winter time the nigga got heat ya feel me

He never knew his pops

His momma tryna raise him but his daddy is the block

Thug life tat so they call him lil pac

He hustle in the trap so he really hates cops ya feel me

He only 16 really too young to even know what life mean

Knuckle head nigga think he know everything

He headed to the grave or he heading to the bing believe me

Screaming crime don't stop he either gonna rap play ball or sling rock

Once he making money he don't really give a fuck

Live fast die young ball until his times up ya see me






So now ya can't run away ain't got no protection

You brought this on yourself this is the end of the road

Ain't shit you can say you just gotta take it

You live by the gun die by the gun

Ya kinda had that coming



He was born with drugs up in his veins

Because his momma was addicted to cocaine

A beast on the court but that was about to change

Once he made a couple dollars from a dice game

Moved out his house now he lives in the fast lane

Thinks that he's grown you can't tell him a damn thing

Get it all on his own so he crowned himself king

Try take it from him he let 8 shots sing straight up

Having shoot outs with the police

It happens when you're raised in the belly of the beast

A chip on his shoulder claiming that he run the streets

A real life D-bo if you got it he want piece

But it's only a matter of damn time

Before he's laid out with his mom crying

Hooked up to a respirator while the doctor trying

To bring him back but the clock's stopped and homie done ran outta time



So now ya can't run away ain't got no protection

You brought this on yourself this is the end of the road

Ain't shit you can say you just gotta take it

You live by the gun die by the gun

Ya kinda had that coming



You live by the gun die by the gun

Ain't nowhere to hide nowhere to run

From de rom pa-pa-pom-pom pack a A-K

In the heart of the slums that's where we stay



So now ya can't run away ain't got no protection

You brought this on yourself this is the end of the road

Ain't shit you can say you just gotta take it

You live by the gun die by the gun

Ya kinda had that coming

Ya kinda had that coming