Live By The Gun Tony Yayo

[Intro: Tony Yayo]
Yeah
Yo, Word up man
Fuckin cold out here, man
My fuckin toes is killin me, man
I fuckin been on the block all day, man
But you know I gotta get this money rain, sleat, snow, man
Fuck man, yo man listen...

[Verse 1: Tony Yayo]
Yo we project livin, with plastic on the furniture
Little niggas comin up will fuckin try to murda ya
D's not out, so the coast is clear
But it's getting hard to sleep with this roach in my ear
Everybody got a nina. Everybody got a vest
New York City's the arena of death
Yo the strip movin slow, but everybody goin hard
Seein more D's than a damn report card
Everybody rap now, following these dreams
I'mma call my clientele, man, and sign all my fiends
Same gear for a week, wearin dirty cloths
All day in the spot, by a dirty stove
Trials keep me strong, hope keep me happy
But I'm only human, so these niggas wanna clap me
The drug game over, but there's money to make
So niggas clappin at niggas who raise that crime rate