Die Like a Gee or Live Like a Trick - Poppa Lq

The early '80s was the time frame

When I first moved to the turf on the street named (10th Avenue)

Sleepin' on the floor with my folks in a one bedroom

Ditchin' school, trynna find a way to make some revenue

And sellin' dope is what I need to do to get above

I got a sack, rocked it up, chopped it up, and sold it dove for dove

I was probably only nine or ten

Holdin' the ave, checkin' ends, trynna grind for mine

I kept my woke up under my tongue until my mouth got numb

Wore a pistol for the fool dumb enough to snatch my dope and run

At fifteen I was transportin' herbs

Stackin' my money and moved my momma to the suburbs

Niggas wanted consignment but I told them all to miss me

Now they want to get me and contemplate the pussy

The game was gettin' shitty so I bounced up off the state

'Cause niggas was gettin' stuck with Buck Rodgers dates

Life ain’t livin' if you’re scared to die

A G dies once but a trick dies a thousand times

So raise up off me or your ass gets shot

You best to say your prays and get your ride on low

My mind’s set on the bank roll stroll with them empties

Bitches see the date and so they label me a pimp

But I’m hustlin', ain’t trustin' nothin' but my paper

I used to walk around the hood now niggas catchin' vapors

This is safer to let me make mine

I re-up, hit the mall after these last nine ounces is gone

'Cause it’s on on the east side, mafia pride

These hoes know what’s poppin' when my homeboys ride

See it’s all about the westside, where niggas ain’t scared to come outside

From 74th to 83rd, fuck what you heard

Birds don’t fly south for the winter

I sent a key and a half to my G and I laugh

I’m countin' my money, I know the math

P-I-M-P, see I empty out the clip

I make a Blood bleed, a Crip see R.I.P

Set trip and I’mma finish it

I’m on some Menace shit

Pass the mother fucking chronic when it’s lit

I was sellin' down the street

Some niggas rolled up and said, «Who you from?»

I didn’t run, I didn’t have my gun

I hit them niggas up 'cause I don’t give a fuck

I’m a G and I’m a die like one

And you’s a trick

I know’s the crack game like I know the back of my hand

I can eyeball two keys gram for gram

Hook them mother fuckers make them come back at three

Shoot one to Alabama, and two to Tennessee

And serve them rock for rock

And come back there three months later with a mother fucking knot

Buys two more and gets my twist on again

Takes my time 'cause that’s how a hoodsta win

Buys myself a house and a car

A poodle for my bitch and two rocks for my yard

'Cause that the way you’re 'spose to see

When you’re in the streets puttin' down your hustle, G

I’m takin' graveyard chances

'Cause nowadays niggas be actin' hella skanless

But look, I don’t fall for it

I’m at the mall 'cause a nigga worked hard for it, shit

Nigga pack your lunch before you test mine

Two to your mother fucking chest if you stress mine

You betta bring your whole clique

'Cause nigga I’mma die like a G 'fore I live like a trick