(feat. Mac)



[Mr. Marcelo]

First of all, ain't no mistakes aloud

Quickest nigga to pull a trigger moves the crowd

Livin' it foul, ghetto nigga doing it wild

Lots of niggas wanna be us, but they don't know how

I growl like a dog, before I break ya off

Anything above ya shoulders, I take it off

I got nothing to lose but alot to gain

I ran, I slang, I hang in the courtway mane

Late night on the flight just doing my thing

If it's beef I'm letting them rang, it ain't not thang

To no nigga that fuck with me

Doing bad they'll rob armored trucks with me

Take it back to the hood and spit it up with me

They dump for me, I guess cause of who I run with

Niggas down to drop, givin' em low shit

I pack a handgun with a .30 round clip

Down to cut lose, no running or getting spooked

Who act greedy?, if I can't, you can't either

Me and Mac, in the beamer truck strangling heaters

We live by it, we die by it



[Chorus: Mr. Marcelo]



I live by it and I die by it, and if I got beef

I sleep and I lie by the gun

I live by it and I die by it, and if I got beef

I sleep and I lie by the gun



[Mac]

What, nigga, look

My bodyguard ain't Kevin, they call him Mac-11

Look down the barrel and tell me if you see Hell or Heaven

I murder my foes and pray for they souls

And plead guilty, and expect the same when you kill me

Tell my bitches to carry out the slaughter, and it's an order

It'll be a red christmas, for you son and your daughters

I live by it, but Mac will never die by it

You don't want them Telly boys to come fly by 

G.T. Apostle, put that on the hood

And if I die representin' that it's all good

My brother Ghost is a straight shot, give him a glock

From a rooftop, and they'll never know who shot



[Chorus: Mr. Marcelo]



I live by it and I die by it, and if I got beef

I sleep and I lie by the gun

I live by it and I die by it, and if I got beef

I sleep and I lie by the gun, the gun



[Mr. Marcelo]

Man .38, I love her, .25 will make me miss her

Traded in a 10 mintue to get his little sister

Me and Mr. Mauseberg was tight as fuck

But ain't no way I'm givin' my chopper up

I love to hear the sound of M-16

Two 23's and AR-15's

AP-9, Mac-11, and the techs in effect

But ain't no telling, what finna eject

Desert Eagle, we bustin' back at them people

Niggas afraid, in the fade, throwin' grenades

Pop a 4-5 and glide, it's real cool

When 4-4 came around, they act a fool

SK in the hallway, surrounded by troops

For niggas that don't know, a troop is a .22



[Chorus: Mr. Marcelo]



I live by it and die by it, and if I got beef

I sleep and I lie by the gun

I live by it and die by it, and if I got beef

I sleep and I lie by the gun, the gun

I live by it and die by it, and if I got beef

I sleep and I lie by the gun, the gun