Song Lyrics

Yo, man, f*ck that, man
Niggas be on some real bullshit
Yo, I'll bust that nigga ass, get the f*ck outta here
Yo, what the f*ck is up, bitch?
Where the f*ck you been at, man?

Yo, man word is bond niggas in here be frontin'
niggas can't get off that ol' bullshit
Word up, man, f*ck that, knahmsayin'?

Yo, I'm muh'fuckin' sticky fuckin' fingas, knahmsayin'?
F*ck that, and this motherfuckin' bitch Boss
And word is bond I want you to tell these motherfuckers
How we livin' Boss, tell 'em

Broke as a goddamn 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 motherfuckers 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 sickin' 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
F*ck the dumb shit, gotta get rich at the same time
'Cause niggas steady throwin' up they gang sign

No loot, no more palm trees, no more calm breeze
But it's cool, these 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 mug 'em quick
Out to get paid, motherfuck 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'd

Livin' loc'd, livin', livin' loc'd
Livin' loc'd, bitch niggas get smoked
Livin' loc'd, livin', livin' loc'd
Livin' loc'd, motherfuckers

Livin' loc'd, livin', livin' loc'd
Livin' loc'd, bitch niggas get smoked
Livin' loc'd, livin', livin' loc'd
And all the bitch ass niggas can suck my dick

Buck, buck, then I let the trigger loose
Motherfuckers better duck, but it ain't no goddamn 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 fuckin' tooken it
Got ourselves a buck and now we roll it, f*ck footin' it
Cruisin' down the 'shaw, smokin' joints 'cause we blaze weed
Down to [Incomprehensible] spot
Cluckers kickin' in their Daisies 'n shit

'Cause niggas'll never drop the dirt
Do we're layin' niggas on they back
Then actin' like we never even fuckin' knew ya
Unload the clip off in your chest, take a deep breath
Goddamn, what a motherfuckin' 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, at least I'm goin' out loc'd

Livin' loc'd, livin', livin' loc'd
Livin' loc'd, livin', livin' loc'd
Livin' loc'd, livin', livin' loc'd
Livin' loc'd, livin', livin' loc'd

Livin' loc'd, livin', livin' loc'd
Livin' loc'd, bitch niggas get smoked
Livin' loc'd

And for any bitch beefin' then the Boss will have to put a
Ass full of my foot for fuckin' with the butchers
F*ck next, steppin' with gauge upon my hip, weapon
Nine double m's for the 187
'Cause I'm nothin' but a mag totin' bitch, smokin' fifty bags
Rollin' niggas up like the motherfuckin' 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
I never played, you let the gat 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
niggas are gettin' smoked nine trey and forever, livin' life loc'd

It's the motherfuckin' Boss

Lichelle Laws, Jason Mizell, C. Parker

The duration of Livin' Loc'd is 3:37 minutes and seconds.