Bo$$ - Livin' Loc'd Lyrics

f/ Sticky Fingaz

[Sticky Fingaz]
Yo man, F*CK THAT man!
Niggaz be on some real bullshit
Yo I'll bust that nigga, get the f*ck outta here
(Yo yo yo yo what the F*CK is up?)
Yo what the f*ck is up bitch?! Where the f*ck 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*ck that! Knahmsayin?
Yo I'm muh'f*ckin Sticky, f*ckin, Fingaz, knahmsayin?
F*ck that! And this motherf*ckin bitch Bo$$; and word is bond
I want you to tell these motherf*ckers how we livin Bo$$
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*ck the rent
My share of that shit got spent on some Newports
So yankin, many motherf*ckers is my new.. sport
I'm ready to blast and kill for a rap deal
F*ck the landlord and the gas bill, we don't give a f*ck
We thinkin shit 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 shit befo' we even reached the hotel (God damn!)
F*ck 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 bitches bout to slang ki's
So on my hip goes a pager, (?) major
It's two bad behavior bitches that got gangsta flavor
See a punk KILL A PUNK and then we (?) quick
Out to get paid, motherf*ck this strugglin shit
Bullshit's nothin to a bitch with no emotions
(Tell 'em how the f*ck you livin) I'm livin like loc'n

[Chorus: Sticky Fingaz]
Livin loc'd, livin livin loc'd (yo how the F*CK we livin?)
Livin loc'd (BITCH NIGGAZ GET SMOKED) (f*ck dat!)
Livin loc'd, livin livin loc'd (we livin.. uh-huh)
Livin loc'd .. mother-f*ckers!
Livin loc'd, livin livin loc'd (F*CK! We livin)
Livin loc'd (BITCH NIGGAZ GET SMOKED) (uh-huh!)
Livin loc'd, livin livin loc'd
Yeah and all the bitch-ass niggaz can suck my dick!

[Bo$$]
Buck buck! Then I let the trigger loose
Motherf*ckers better duck, but it ain't no god damn duck duck goose
Haven't you heard of this murderous bitch, crawlin slow
And puttin lead to the, head of my foes on the down low
Cause all we got we f*ckin tooken it
Got a double-bunk and now we roll, f*ck 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*ckin knew ya
Unload the clip off in your chest, take a deep breath
God damn! What a motherf*ckin bloody mess
Sleepin on benches, turned us into roguest bitches
We jumpin fences from the feds through puddles and ditches
Goin out, don't give a f*ck 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*ck that!)
Livin loc'd, livin livin loc'd (We livin)
Livin loc'd (BITCH NIGGAZ GET SMOKED)

[Bo$$]
Livin loc'd.. and for any bitch beefin then the Bo$$'ll have to put a
ass full of my FOOT for f*ckin with the butchers
F*ck 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 bitch, smokin fifty bags
Rollin niggaz up like the MOTHERF*CKIN zig zag!
Understand this bitch 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*ck you figure nigga
Put you in kill range 'til you feel pain from the trigga nigga
When gangsta bitches just can't cope
Niggaz are getttin smoked nine-trey and forever, livin life loc'd

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