Souls of Mischief - Live And Let Live lyrics
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Live And Let Live lyrics

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Souls of Mischief

[opio]

Now playful pulpit pussies poppin junk with the pistol
Sweated because Iâm dreaded letâs get ready to pull a fistful
Of extinction, reachin, quick on the trigger sneakin
And then send a flurry of bullets diggin deep in my flesh and wreakin
The props cuz they pops lots of mops heads drop
Dead plots, a cop, eager and ready to lick the shots hot
Ready to kick the plot so wipin the flop and then I vanish
Managed to escape by the skin of my teeth and then say damn
Itâs a shame, the brain is washed, to the point, when itâs savage
Beast-es, I rest in peace, simply before I annex
And send, why canât there be, a resolution I ask you
No answer, so fuck it the next time my life is threatened Iâll blast you
Packin the black steel makin the mackâs feel pain and fear
As I smear blood from buckshots to the brain
Pump pump pump listen to the bullets hum as they buzz past
Your ears and dig in, drillin into your cranium
Not a gang-banger, crack-slanger, never done had the rep kid
Yet sweated, frequently, see me and step with
Intent to kill spilling your blood for your sins
Defends my livelihood cuz rivals could bring ends to
My youthful bliss bustin a trigger gun and missed this
Bullets, to the vital organs, in order to assist
In your death, your last breath havin spasms as I has em
The idea is demonic and the thought is surely sad
And not a murderer, ensurin the, longevity of my life iâll
Live and let live, kill if I must I shall

Chorus:

I give it all I got, thatâs all I got to give
Yo, you got to live and let live
I give it all I got, thatâs all I got to give
Yo, you gotta live and let live

[phesto]

Damn I wish, that I can have bliss, daily
Lately I try to speak my piece but words fail me
Iâm dwelling in the halls of appalling sights of evil
I got to sweat the devil plus I got to sweat my people
Do I gotta blow them brains out to get them chains out
Your head, the mackin mentally offends to be dead
Deceased I gotta a peace deeds cuz the beast be
Lurkin up in them, so now Iâm buckin them
And stuck in them, the herring fits means tricks
You learn it when you plunder and tell me to run the kicks
You might trip, and find it hard to swallow this
But follow this down a dark alley and youâre catchin hollow tips
You got yoâ shit, I got mine, leave it at that
Respect d or thank me, when I shank thee
Necks, cuz clever dreads can sever heads weasel
I may be thin but my lead friends be diesel
A law abiding citizen but shit itâs been long enough
Strong and tough, sniff this and youâre snuffed
Stifled, step lively, donât try to bust me
Trust the fact that Iâm friendly and youâll plus see
I love humans, they hate, me
Iâd love to live and let live but no-oneâs d
So until then I chill when itâs possible
But I gotsta pull, pieces because weâre peaceless

Chorus

[a-plus]

Yo, I shall not kill, I will if I have to
You say Iâm the one promoting violence well I ask you
Have you ever heard the sound of bullets passing you
Ever thought of going out with someone blasting you
Willing to be killing maybe is a great sin but
Itâs not appealing when bullets penetrate skin what
Pain when a brain leaves a stain with the quickness
So I get a fool if I think that Iâm on his shitlist
With the swiftness of a glock nine
So now who got your back? cuz my gat got mine
Find a brother with some dreads and now you figure youâre gonna kill him
Well I grab my gun when I see one Iâm gonna fill him
Why should you live in fear thinkin someone is gonna get ya
I bet ya, before he gets me heâll be on a streacher
So no nigga pulls a trigger on the s-o-m
And if thereâs more than one Iâll have to kill the rest of them
Buckshots, leave a body ripped, cuz I got equipped
With a shotty quick, that nobody wanna riff with
Get split open with the fury of the lead g
Rat-a-tat, tat-a-tat, flat is what your head be
Dead see, why donât brothers wanna let me function
When I pull it, kids be eatin bullets like a luncheon
Adam got a magnum and I tag em with this weapon
Be threatened, cuz adam be pullin a pistol if youâre steppin
I donât like it but I guess that thatâs the way it has to be
Live and let live but then youâre dead before youâre blastin me

Chorus 2x

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