We Live This - Havoc: Big Noyd: Shante Lyrics

Big Noyd, Have & (Roxanne) Shante---We Live This 

[Havoc] 
Ready for war, Ready for anything 
But Doing this for everything 
Y'all niggers Know my pedegree 
Fourty first side, blood run through my veins 
Got everything in game 
Like to stock and change 
Got shorti in the hood on the ankle rockin my name 
Words that I spit, Its my brain and pipe game 
Call me your natural right ring 
Qb's radaiclas, just doing his thing 
Aiyo, niggas hate it 
Even though they try to protray it 
This money looking good,fuck it you can all hate it 
Like I'm going to lose sleep,hold life,have beef 
So you can say what you think about me 
Yo you niggas like Nas and gun fight your dead roon 
Pull out the nine and still got hooked on 
Your no frill skim 
And on skill team 
Got you in a combma 
Angel of your shoulder 

[Chorus] 
Aiyo we live this eat,sleep, shit this (repeat 7X) 
We live this,live this,this... 

[Big Noyd] 
Aiyo,Aiyo,Aiyo 
Its alyways Going to be ganster with me 
Nigga,with Tim's on my feet 
Either sweats or denim jeans,brand new white tee 
With my chain swinging; I'm thugged in the streets 
Think Noyd you think hustling busting the heat 
Repping Qb borrows surronded with thugs 
Who carry coke,crack,bud and they got guns 
Who want from slums to homes; Trains to the V's 
The niggas you see in the hood with the G's 
Where gangstas be and the pistols pop 
You rub on the mama thighs they panties drop 
This shit get you hot 
We ill you not 
You sick beacuse you love the way we rock 
Crusing in the Nav with a dime or not 
Jumping out the Nav copping cheese but eye up the spot 
You know my two heaters is hot 
Fending for springing 
And that goes out to those skimming and laying 

Chorus 

[Roxanne Shante] 
Who you know have guity fo's and a dime ass kooci 
Now thugging and recovering,rocking guns and gucci 
85' getting paid while them gangsters watch 
Champiagn pop benzes candy painted drop(bitch) 
Roxanne Shante Hilary Clinton 
Lay out the red carpet y'all hoes shut up and listen 
Mouth close whenever you hear a veteran spittin 
Y'all hoes only shine with the legends permisson 
Bitches ask around why she wait to spit this long 
You know the queen who came out with the first hit song 
I showed hoes how to rock furs 
Glocks in my skirts 
Dated real killers when they feel i cop them a bird 
Aint nothing 
Aint fronting 
Shantie love where she lives 
Mother of my two kids 
and the mother of the rich 
Tried to make plans,ran the game and the biz 
Still real popping up with nas up at the bridge 
No silcone,No wigs, No liposuchion 
First bitch riding back sike not fronting 
I respect new females give all y'all credit 
Supporting your videos bought all y'all records 
No matter how you get down you sexual prefence 
Just keep this shit real or that vet going to set it 
Queensbrigde projects we murder the rest 
And all my gangers know I rock the best 

Chorus