Souls Of Mischief

Souls Of Mischief - Live And Let Live lyrics

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Now playful pulpit pussies poppin junk with the pistol
 Sweated because I'm dreaded let's get ready to pull a fistful
 of extinction  reachin  quick on the trigger sneakin
 and then send a flurry of bullets diggin deep in my flesh and wreakin
 the props cuz they pops lots of mops heads drop
 Dead plots  a cop  eager and ready to lick the shots hot
 Ready to kick the plot so wipin the flop and then I vanish
 Managed to escape by the skin of my teeth and then say damn
 it's a shame, the brain is washed, to the point, when it's savage
 Beast-es, I rest in peace, simply before I annex
 and send, why can't there be, a resolution I ask you
 No answer, so fuck it the next time my life is threatened I'll blast you
 Packin the black steel makin the mack's feel pain and fear
 As I smear blood from buckshots to the brain
 PUMP PUMP PUMP listen to the bullets hum as they buzz past
 your ears and dig in, drillin into your cranium
 Not a gang-banger, crack-slanger, never done had the rep kid
 Yet sweated, frequently, see me and step with
 intent to kill spilling your blood for your sins
 Defends my livelihood cuz rivals could bring ends to
 my youthful bliss bustin a trigger gun and missed this
 Bullets, to the vital organs, in order to assist
 in your death, your last breath havin spasms as I has em
 The idea is demonic and the thought is surely sad
 and not a murderer, ensurin the, longevity of my life I'll
 live and let live, kill if I must I shall


 I give it all I got, that's all I got to give
 Yo, you got to live and let live
 I give it all I got, that's all I got to give
 Yo, you gotta live and let live


 Damn I wish, that I can have bliss, daily
 Lately I try to speak my piece but words fail me
 I'm dwelling in the halls of appalling sights of evil
 I got to sweat the devil plus I got to sweat my people
 Do I gotta blow them brains out to get them chains out
 your head, the mackin mentally offends to be dead
 Deceased I gotta a peace deeds cuz the beast be
 lurkin up in them, so now I'm buckin them
 And stuck in them, the herring fits means tricks
 You learn it when you plunder and tell me to run the kicks
 You might trip, and find it hard to swallow this
 But follow this down a dark alley and you're catchin hollow tips
 You got yo' shit, I got mine, leave it at that
 Respect D or thank me, when I shank thee
 necks, cuz clever dreads can sever heads weasel
 I may be thin but my lead friends be diesel
 A law abiding citizen but shit it's been long enough
 Strong and tough, sniff this and you're snuffed
 Stifled, step lively, don't try to bust me
 Trust the fact that I'm friendly and you'll Plus see
 I love humans, they hate, me
 I'd love to live and let live but no-one's D
 So until then I chill when it's possible
 But I gotsta pull, pieces because we're peaceless



 Yo, I shall not kill, I will if I have to
 You say I'm the one promoting violence well I ask you
 Have you ever heard the sound of bullets passing you
 Ever thought of going out with someone blasting you
 Willing to be killing maybe is a great sin but
 it's not appealing when bullets penetrate skin what
 pain when a brain leaves a stain with the quickness
 So I get a fool if I think that I'm on his shitlist
 With the swiftness of a glock nine
 So now who got your back? Cuz my gat got mine
 Find a brother with some dreads and now you figure you're gonna kill him
 Well I grab my gun when I see one I'm gonna fill him
 Why should you live in fear thinkin someone is gonna get ya
 I bet ya, before he gets me he'll be on a streacher
 So no nigga pulls a trigger on the S-O-M
 And if there's more than one I'll have to kill the rest of them
 Buckshots, leave a body ripped, cuz I got equipped
 with a shotty quick, that nobody wanna riff with
 Get split open with the fury of the lead G
 Rat-a-tat, tat-a-tat, flat is what your head be
 Dead see, why don't brothers wanna let me function
 When I pull it, kids be eatin bullets like a luncheon
 Adam got a magnum and I tag em with this weapon
 Be threatened, cuz Adam be pullin a pistol if you're steppin
 I don't like it but I guess that that's the way it has to be
 Live and let live but then you're dead before you're blastin me

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Author: Damian Siguenza

Composer: ?

Publisher: Zomba Recording Corporation


Released in: 1993

Language: English

Appearing on: '93 'til Infinity (1993)

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