Live by the Gun
R. City"Live by the Gun" is a song by R. City, released in 2015 in the Pop genre. The song is 3:29 long and contains 54 lines and 513 words.
Lyrics
0:01You live by the gun die by the gun
0:06Ain't nowhere to hide nowhere to run
0:13From de rom pa-pa-pom-pom pack a a-k
0:18In the heart of the slums that's where we stay
0:26I know this lil ni**a man he only five there
0:29Napoleon complex that's what I see
0:31He pack a 4-5 when he walking through the streets
0:34So even in the winter time the ni**a got heat ya feel me
0:38He never knew his pops
0:40His momma tryna raise him but his daddy is the block
0:42Thug life tat so they call him lil pac
0:45He hustle in the trap so he really hates cops ya feel me
0:49He only 16 really too young to even know what life mean
0:53Knuckle head ni**a think he know everything
0:56He headed to the grave or he heading to the bing believe me
0:59Screaming crime don't stop he either gonna rap play ball or sling rock
1:04Once he making money he don't really give a f**k
1:06Live fast die young ball until his times up ya see me
1:11So now ya can't run away ain't got no protection
1:16You brought this on yourself this is the end of the road
1:22Ain't sh*t you can say you just gotta take it
1:26You live by the gun die by the gun
1:30Ya kinda had that coming
1:31He was born with drugs up in his veins
1:33Because his momma was addicted to coc*ine
1:36A beast on the court but that was about to change
1:39Once he made a couple dollars from a dice game
1:42Moved out his house now he lives in the fast lane
1:44Thinks that he's grown you can't tell him a damn thing
1:47Get it all on his own so he crowned himself king
1:50Try take it from him he let 8 shots sing straight up
1:53Having shoot outs with the police
1:55It happens when you're raised in the belly of the beast
1:58A chip on his shoulder claiming that he run the streets
2:00A real life d-bo if you got it he want piece
2:04But it's only a matter of damn time
2:06Before he's laid out with his mom crying
2:09Hooked up to a respirator while the doctor trying
2:11To bring him back but the clock's stopped and homie done ran outta time
2:16So now ya can't run away ain't got no protection
2:21You brought this on yourself this is the end of the road
2:26Ain't sh*t you can say you just gotta take it
2:31You live by the gun die by the gun
2:35Ya kinda had that coming
2:38You live by the gun die by the gun
2:43Ain't nowhere to hide nowhere to run
2:49From de rom pa-pa-pom-pom pack a a-k
2:55In the heart of the slums that's where we stay
2:59So now ya can't run away ain't got no protection
3:04You brought this on yourself this is the end of the road
3:10Ain't sh*t you can say you just gotta take it
3:14You live by the gun die by the gun
3:18Ya kinda had that coming
3:29Ya 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 I know this lil ni**a man he only five there 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 ni**a 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 ni**a 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 f**k 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 sh*t 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 coc*ine 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 sh*t 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 sh*t 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
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