Lyrics

Broadcast live OK we broadcast live from the west side Where the real niggas ride & the rest die Ayy don't be out here talking bout shit that you don't know about You catch a lick, you do your time, you don't testify You keep your face card good & your nose clean An Never trust the word of a dope fiend Keep a strap at all times run them numbers up If that ain't what you want you ain't one of us Nigga we broadcast live From a hellhole You sell blow, better get enough to get an elbow Or you ain't shit You be the man when you seen bricks And not before that It ain't gon be no sucka shit, you better know that Prepare for the gunplay, you'll encounter it one day Happen to catch me wit it, then I'm back on the frontpage Just play this shit how it go & follow the g-code They so far up on niggas they think that you got a cheatcode All I ever wanted was a widebody Benz And a bad bitch who ain't got no widebodied friends Ain't never gotta live hand to mouth Long as I can keep the cheetah up off me at the gamblin' house OK we broadcast live from the west side Where the real niggas ride & the rest die Ayy don't be out here talking bout shit that you don't know about You catch a lick, you do your time, you don't testify You keep your face card good & your nose clean An Never trust the word of a dope fiend Keep a strap at all times run them numbers up If that ain't what you want you ain't one of us Nigga we broadcast live From the gutta Nigga get high with they mother To take they mind off they father, go do some time for they brother Boy you get caught with that bundle, better not point at another Fore you get hit with a title, from which you never recover My Uncle Man tell me, "Boy you better be a man You better fight, they whoop your ass, then you fight again"...damn Coming live from the trap spot Get everything from a slab to a laptop cocaine Divide the haves from the havenots Should twelve get on your ass, give em nothing but gas Expecting nothing but money, spend it fast as it coming In God we trust, for everyone else it's cash only nigga (OK we broadcast live from the west side Where the real niggas ride & the rest die Ayy don't be out here talking bout shit that you don't know about You catch a lick, you do your time, you don't testify You keep your face card good & your nose clean An Never trust the word of a dope fiend Keep a strap at all times run them numbers up If that ain't what you want you ain't one of us Nigga we live & direct from the project Where niggas ain't got shit to lose, they ain't got shit So when they get a lil check, think they hot shit A pyrex, in 9 outta 10 apartment And hot shit, half price, nigga hot shit And thot shit'll turn around every week, but it didn't, so you keep it If the neck game ain't good if a lame nigga peep Ayy we'll turn up through the week but on the weekend! OK we broadcast live from the west side Where the real niggas ride & the rest die Ayy don't be out here talking bout shit that you don't know about You catch a lick, you do your time, you don't testify You keep your face card good & your nose clean An Never trust the word of a dope fiend Keep a strap at all times run them numbers up If that ain't what you want you ain't one of us Nigga we broadcast live
Writer(s): Clifford Harris, Jaswinder Singh, Chris Meesen, Tyler Butler Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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