Legend Live lyrics

f/ Lil` Ya, Yella Boy



{Lil` Ya

Fa` sho



{Yella Boy

Rest In Peace Pimp much fuckin` love nigga



{Lil` Ya

Huh-bra



{Yella Boy

All The Time



{Lil` Ya

From Lil` Ya and Yella who it is!



{Yella Boy

It`s the fella with the chuck`s watch yo step motherfuckasee

It`s Yella I dare ya, don`t make me act a donkey nigga

It`s time to get serious, so serious, ya see

It`s often I bring this shit for my nigga Pimp, ya bitch

When ya thought he was dead but he`s not

Thinkin` of my hommies, so I runs and grab`s my glock

Try to understand, but I can`t so I chill

Cuz now my boy gone, and he wanted was to stack and make a mil

Player hater`s gone, as my boy got caught slippin`

Heard about his death, and I straight started trippin`

People want to know how nigga`s from the Csh live

Call my boy`s start buckin` and kill

Runnin` a fuckin` joke and outside we got them thang`s better

Watch yo fuckin` step, if you ball let `em sing

Not really, givin` a fuck about them fella`s in the blue

I hop`s around the bin, and them coward nigga`s shot to

I`m gone out of my mind, that`s deadly on how I feel

I smoke`s to get loaded, but that shit, don`t make me chill

Now how the fuck you figure that my boy was really dead

Each and every day I`m seein` him in my head

Somebody`s got`s to pay for that shit, I`m on the real

I`m not gonna feel straight, till a nigga`s cap`s pilled

Luger think shit, cuz when I come, I`m comin` sweet

Spinnin` the fuckin` bin, knockin` you off yo fuckin` feet

Her heart like the strach up in my fuckin` Jean`s

Cuz you got`s to see much respect to the gangsta lean

Watch your ear`s slap, so you better be up on yo shit

Hope you in the present, when you meet the devil up in his pit

Ready for some drama, cuz I feel to much pain

Fuckin` with the Yella, another un-solved slang

I miss my nigga Pimp, now I got the fuckin` limp

Watch the 4x4 shell`s comin` quickly from my hip

I can`t forget the day`s so I always shed a tear

How my boy died pimpin` style on how he got killed

Droppin` proper lyric`s for the old Noogie style

I miss ya doin` the pimp, while I`m doin` the Eddie Bow

It`s all nigga, cuz you not gonna be forgot

Just for you, I make them hoes pop

When Slim defined the camp, and I know ya turnin` over

Missin` all that money, I thought I told `cha

Panties on the table makin` sure the end`s dance

I always thought you had another chance

I walked out God, for the mission that was done

In this fuckin` mission, ya see I lost my fuckin` son

Trend stay alive, cuz Csh Money never dies

Much love, much respect to you hear the trumpet cry Nigga



{Yella Boy

Much respect



{Lil` Ya

To my nigga Pimp Daddy



{Yella Boy

Rest In Peace, Fa`sho



{Lil` Ya

Got to be there



{Yella Boy

Yella Boy, Lil` Ya, Tec-9 and it`s all good

From the heart you heard me



{Lil` Ya

Representin` ya heard me



{Yella Boy

Representin` all the time



{Lil` Ya

Legend Live



{Yella boy

Respect it cuz we a legend

Respect it, cuz we umm, un-dateable,

Ya heard that! Remember That!

Say That!
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