Livin` Loc`d lyrics

Artist  : Bo$$ 
Song : Livin` Loc`d



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 feat. Sticky Fingaz
[Sticky Fingaz]
Yo man, F**K THAT man!
Niggaz be on some real bullshit
Yo I'll bust that nigga, get the f**k outta here
(Yo yo yo yo what the F**K is up?)
Yo what the f**k is up bit*h?!  Where the f**k
you been at me?
Yo man word is bond niggaz in here be frontin
Niggaz can't get off that ol' bullshit
(beeeeitch)
Word up man, f**k that!  Knahmsayin?
Yo I'm muh'f**kin Sticky, f**kin, Fingaz,
knahmsayin?
f**k that!  And this motherf**kin bit*h Bo$$; and
word is bond
I want you to tell these motherf**kers how we
livin Bo$$
TELL 'EM!!

[Bo$$]
Broke as a God damn joke
Up in Detroit and once again I'm just a few..
short
Couple of hundred bucks so f**k the rent
My share of that sh*t got spent on some Newports
So yankin, many motherf**kers is my new.. sport
I'm ready to blast and kill for a rap deal
f**k the landlord and the gas bill, we don't give
a f**k
We thinkin sh*t of livin shabby
Waited until my cash got right then took a flight
to Cali
Off into the night, me and Dee up into mo' hell
Got into some sh*t befo' we even reached the
hotel (God damn!)
f**k the dumb shit, gotta get rich at the same
time
Cause niggaz steady throwin up they gang sign
No loot, no more palm trees, no more calm breeze
but it's cool deez bit*hes bout to slang ki's
So on my hip goes a pager, (?) major
It's two bad behavior bit*hes that got gangsta
flavor
See a punk KILL A PUNK and then we (?) quick
Out to get paid, motherf**k this strugglin shit
Bullshit's nothin to a bit*h with no emotions
(Tell 'em how the f**k you livin) I'm livin like
loc'n

[Chorus: Sticky Fingaz]
Livin loc'd, livin livin loc'd (yo how the F**K
we livin?)
Livin loc'd (BIT*H NIGGAZ GET SMOKED) (f**k dat!)
Livin loc'd, livin livin loc'd (we livin..
uh-huh)
Livin loc'd .. mother-f**kers!
Livin loc'd, livin livin loc'd (F**K! We livin)
Livin loc'd (BIT*H NIGGAZ GET SMOKED) (uh-huh!)
Livin loc'd, livin livin loc'd
Yeah and all the bit*h-ass niggaz can suck my
dick!
 

[Bo$$]
Buck buck!  Then I let the trigger loose
Motherf**kers better duck, but it ain't no god
damn duck duck goose
Haven't you heard of this murderous bit*h,
crawlin slow
And puttin lead to the, head of my foes on the
down low
Cause all we got we f**kin tooken it
Got a double-bunk and now we roll, f**k footin it
Cruisin down the 'Shaw, smokin joints, cause we
blaze weed
Down to (?) spot, cluckers kickin in their
Daisies 'n shit
Cause niggaz'll never drop the dirt, do we're
layin niggaz on they back
then actin like we never even f**kin knew ya
Unload the clip off in your chest, take a deep
breath
God damn!  What a motherf**kin bloody mess
Sleepin on benches, turned us into roguest
bit*hes
We jumpin fences from the feds through puddles
and ditches
Goin out, don't give a f**k if I get smoked
Yo (shh..) at least I'm goin out loc'd

[Chorus: Sticky Fingaz]
Livin loc'd, livin livin loc'd (how we livin?)
Livin loc'd, livin livin loc'd (word up!)
Livin loc'd, livin livin loc'd (yo, how we
livin?)
Livin loc'd, livin livin loc'd (f**k that!)
Livin loc'd, livin livin loc'd (We livin)
Livin loc'd (BIT*H NIGGAZ GET SMOKED)

[Bo$$]
Livin loc'd.. and for any bit*h beefin then the
Bo$$'ll have to put a
ass full of my FOOT for f**kin with the butchers
f**k next, steppin with gauge upon my hip, weapon
Nine double M's for the one-eighty-seven
Cause I'm nothin but a mag totin bit*h, smokin
fifty bags
Rollin niggaz up like the MOTHERF**KIN zig zag!
Understand this bit*h never (?) mine
Or catch two into your chest with the tec-9
Cause ever since the days, of way back
It never played to let the get go,
rat-a-tat-tat-tat
I fill gats so how the f**k you figure nigga
Put you in kill range 'til you feel pain from the
trigga nigga
When gangsta bit*hes just can't cope
Niggaz are getttin smoked nine-trey and forever,
livin life loc'd

[Sticky Fingaz]
It's the motherf**kin Bo$$!