Cam’ron, Daz Dillinger - Live My Life (Leave Me Alone) lyrics

Niggas be on
(Uh) , point, game tight (Killa, Killa, uh)
Thug niggas be on point, game tight
Thug niggas be on point, game tight
(Harlem, Harlem, R-O-C, uh)
Thug niggas be on point, game tight
(We gon' set this bitch off)
Thug niggas be on point, game tight
(My ambitions as a killer) yo (Huh)
Yo

Soon as I get here
Niggas wanna wrap the Roc up
Nah, bag, slab, wrap the rocks up
Gats, back the block up
Cop killers, clap the coppers
Blast the choppers, pass the vodka
(Vodka)
Listen, don't ever mention Dash or Hoffa
(Never) it's a Harlem thing, dog
You will clash with mobsters (Uptown)
Remember me? Got jumped on TNT (What's beef?)
Next week, back pump TNT (What's beef?)
All my niggas got M16s, kid (yeah)
And all we do is watch MTV Cribs (Why?)
Learn not to infury the victim
Purely stick 'em, break down
Your security system, killa
(Uh) stop frontin', you was never a menace
Never a hustler, no
We could never do business (Never)
Business is business, money is money
Hustle is hustle (Hustle)
Stupid is stupid, you the dumbest of dummies
Killa

Leave me alone, let me just live my life
Just leave me alone, leave me alone
Let me just live my life (Yo)
That's the sound of the police

All I do every day, dog, blunt after blunt
Stunt after stunt, they all cunt after cunt
Like that I'm shiesty, look at his shoes
Like my Nikes
Know I got a girl, like my wifey
Like that I'm rude
Come here, let me pick with your chest
Dick on your breast
All they say, "That nigga's a mess"
You heard me, fam? All worthy of this dirty
Man
Take it in your ass? How about thirty grams
Ma? (Huh?)
Go upstate, come back downstate
Next time around me
You might get a pound cake (Do that)
Fuck it up
She understand that I might slap her
(Slap her) i'll be damned if I worked
For some white cracker (Shit)
White batter, prize in the pack
Fiends hug it
They love it, call it Cracker Jack, Killa
Where the crack is at, watch me get them dice
Throw 'em hard, let me live my life, Killa

Leave me alone, let me just live my life
Just leave me alone, leave me alone
Let me just live my life (Yo)
That's the sound of the police

Fuck this life as a rap star
You dealing with crack gods (Gods)
Cooking the crack hard, lead the crack jars
All of the chips, the crib with the backyard
(Yard)
Pull out the gat, pa, a block of black cars
(Uh) and I'm scary with the fifth
Compare me to a gift
Yellow diamonds, canary on my wrist
Dust, juice, get wet up and weighed
That'll be the day Killa Cam
Mess up some yay, shit
(Why?) thug niggas be on point, game tight
(Game tight)
Cop a brick and re-up in the same night (Uh)
And to get that trife, I flick that knife
(Knife)
Doggy dog, let me live my life, Killa

Leave me alone, let me just live my life
Just leave me alone, leave me alone
Let me just live my life
That's the sound of the police

The block is hot
Niggas tellin' me to kill it
Knowin' when I get out, they gon' feel it
Witness the realest killa, Killa