You live by the gun die by the gunAin't nowhere to hide nowhere to runFrom de rom pa-pa-pom-pom pack a A-KIn the heart of the slums that's where we stayI know this lil nigga man he only 5"3Napoleon complex that's what I seeHe pack a 4-5 when he walking through the streetsSo even in the winter time the nigga got heat ya feel meHe never knew his popsHis momma tryna raise him but his daddy is the blockThug life tat so they call him lil pacHe hustle in the trap so he really hates cops ya feel meHe only 16 really too young to even know what life meanKnuckle head nigga think he know everythingHe headed to the grave or he heading to the bing believe meScreaming crime don't stop he either gonna rap play ball or sling rockOnce he making money he don't really give a fuckLive fast die young ball until his times up ya see meSo now ya can't run away ain't got no protectionYou brought this on yourself this is the end of the roadAin't shit you can say you just gotta take itYou live by the gun die by the gunYa kinda had that comingHe was born with drugs up in his veinsBecause his momma was addicted to cocaineA beast on the court but that was about to changeOnce he made a couple dollars from a dice gameMoved out his house now he lives in the fast laneThinks that he's grown you can't tell him a damn thingGet it all on his own so he crowned himself kingTry take it from him he let 8 shots sing straight upHaving shoot outs with the policeIt happens when you're raised in the belly of the beastA chip on his shoulder claiming that he run the streetsA real life D-bo if you got it he want pieceBut it's only a matter of damn timeBefore he's laid out with his mom cryingHooked up to a respirator while the doctor tryingTo bring him back but the clock's stopped and homie done ran outta timeSo now ya can't run away ain't got no protectionYou brought this on yourself this is the end of the roadAin't shit you can say you just gotta take itYou live by the gun die by the gunYa kinda had that comingYou live by the gun die by the gunAin't nowhere to hide nowhere to runFrom de rom pa-pa-pom-pom pack a A-KIn the heart of the slums that's where we staySo now ya can't run away ain't got no protectionYou brought this on yourself this is the end of the roadAin't shit you can say you just gotta take itYou live by the gun die by the gunYa kinda had that comingYa kinda had that coming
