G-Unit Featuring Young Buck, Kidd Kidd, Tony Yayo & Lloyd Banks – Live Fast Lyrics

(Chorus – Lloyd Banks)
If there’s a problem then it’s on sight
Hope somebody cares about em, 24 hours wilding
There be violence around here all night
We ready for the battle with the sh*t we can paddle
Though when you show up it’s a DOA
Everybody crying to your family, you lying
Won’t a damn thing be ok
Look what I’m becoming
Won’t be slowing down for nothing

(Verse 1 – Lloyd Banks)
Look, I got them bugging f**k out, been glowing lately
Middle of the ring when they dropping, I know I’m crazy
The horror’s too much to stomach, he vomit maybe
A bunch of rules we abolish, narcotic babies
Like a posse of loonies…raised me
The odds were shaky
My heart’s still breaking…you had to take ’em
Around, get your organs sliced
You wasted all your life
It bees like that, just one of them nights
I bet them people cracking going for white
Where them clapping on the corner
Can’t seem to last, too long a fight
You’d rather kill then leave here wrong or right
Who need a strong unite
Whip through your neighborhood all in spite

(Repeat Chorus)

(Verse 2 – Kidd Kidd)
Miss me with em candy rappers, I’m not them other s**kers
I probably f**ked your baby mother, I’m a motherf**ker
No loyalty among thieves, just too emotional
Your heart on your sleeve
With mood swings, bobbing your weave
Fit the apple after Eve, man, I got no soul
I’m around from the crossroad, Jesus piece, rose gold
You got Pinocchio nose, you only sold in your flow
I’m on that cold corner bumping Cold Corner by my bro
Got it for the low on the low
Even if I don’t blow, I got blow
Your hoe detonate and watch her blow
Eenie, meenie, miney, moe
Which one of y’all got to go?
Cop asked me what they shot me for
I told em bi**hes I don’t know

(Repeat Chorus)

(Verse 3 – Tony Yayo)
Humble beginnings in a crack team
But everything changed when the money came
We went from ducking the narcs to conducing battery
Send my bi**h to DR, she done
Her ass in a breast sick
I feel like fat pack in 86
A hundred bricks for that yard stick quality
Drought come we got enough to raise the economy
Bomb first cause these haters ain’t harming me
Forward thinking so the past don’t bother me
Where I’m from victory is survival
Snitches on the steer with their hand on the Bible
To be or not to be, that’s the question
I’m out to get it, obstacles in my direction
No new friends cause these fake ni**as snitching
We all trial in the streets and the jurors is the henchmen

(Repeat Chorus)

(Verse 4 – Young Buck)
I’ve been selling dope out my mama house
I think she knowing what I’m doing
She be looking when I’m cooking
Got em coming in and going out
One of my partners whip a kitchen brick
Got it tooken and I got Codeine pouring out
I’m double cupped up, dopeboy
I used the fishscale to hook em
I got young pigs showing out
I just told em find some flights, I’mma book em
I got pounds in my hoe’s house
Serving on my granny porch
Got a pair of doctor…I ain’t have no choice
The coke like I was from Miami, boy
So much dope if you f**k up they kill your family, boy

(Repeat Chorus)

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