Verse 1      Yo I roll with Godbody   Prayin fearin nobody   My life belong to Him   So I don't need a shoty      You ain't got no peace at home   Ridin, cryin on the phone   Puffin lah   Ready to die   So you huffin on your chrome      So if the Ruff wanna ride   The Ruff gotta die   Just like if Puff wanna walk   Then Puff gotta lie      People just don't understand   I spit it righteously   But you get your life right   And you might just be      Got you candy-coated sweet-long   With the feet on   Clockin dollars everyday   But you know you livin wrong      So just livin life in this war like it's a game   All alone and never knowin the peropse why they came   In the streets they learn to kill   In the club they pack steel   And It's all for the sake of a game that ain't real   So they learn to throw slugs   Like they learn to sold drugs   A good son corrupted by a cold hearted thug   Fast life make no sence when you dead and you gone   Right now you got a chance to chose your right from wrong   But it kills me to see those thugs that don't care   When they die leavin' children behind   It ain't fair   Some wanna ride   Some wanna die   But heres your chance to live or   Chorus   Live or die   ''cause the way that you live's gonna be the way that you die   Look what you wanna do   Live or die   I know you claim to be real   I see the thug in your eye   So what you wanna do   Live or die   ''cause the way that you come's gonna be the way that you go   Now what you wanna do   Live or die   All the dough that you make you can't take when you go      East Coast      Name one get some   Yo we got this here   Predestened by the Lord   You can't stop this here   I roll with the real ones   'Bout to drop this here   Your visions kinda blury   We 'bout to make this clear   Lil Wayne I know you hurtin' ''cause you lost your pops   The block was so hot you had to slang that rock   Thugs grillin' ya so you sleep with your glock   Thuggin' hard up in my life   Dogg I had to stop   Saw my my man last year   He just got locked   Escaped from the hood   Just like Lot   Didn't wanna get shot   End up just like Pac   Or end up in the flames   ''cause It's just too hot      Yeah, I heard your album   And Baby boy it was wac   Murder lyrics, deceving spirits sung over the track   While you flowin in the studio and sippin' that cogiac   What you spittin but not livin   I'm tired of this phonie act   Sold your soul, had to pay to play the game   ''cause as soon as you make that chedder son, you'll never be the same   You forgot from which you came and you suckers are still lame   Like Tony Montana and his wac rap game   Money exagerates you, the truth will agravate you   I spit the type of wisdom you choose or can't relate to   Even the dumbest on the streets son, can estimate you   Fantisizing in your lyrics seems to motivate you   But I don't immitate you and I don't player hate you   But I'm prayin' for your souls that hell's fire escape you   I know the game ain't the same and the fame is what you claim   But I'm tellin' you Playboy you gotta pay to play the game      Chorus      West Coast