living the life lyrics – notorious b.i.g.

(feat. bobby valentino, faith evans, ludacris)

[notorious big + (faith evans)]
to my motherf*ckin’ man, fifty grand, the alcholic man
inject a tall can to his blood stream if he can
biggie smalls, the p*ssy stroker
emcee provoker, the chocolate tah smoker (huh?)
i like to mack in maximas and acuras
but cheeks, i’m smackin’ em’ (huh?)
the raw rapper, spot smacker
wit the lil hooker on my lap-ah, you know your favorite macker
a shy n*gg*, but i ain’t ya f*ckin’ comforter
and if i ever fall in love, i bet i’d f*cked it up
ask the hooker, if i didn’t jug her
she try to front, then i put the chucky booker on her
(why you wanna…play games on me?)
b*tch, you crazy? commitments, i’m swayze
no time for the ill sh*t
mess with the n*gg*z on that real blood spill sh*t
my rappin’ tactics, are drastic
stretchin’ motherf*ckers like mr. fantastic
so if you wanna see my pedigree, you better be
filled with energy, n*gg*z never gettin’ me

[chorus 2x: bobby valentino and cheri dennis + (ludacris ab-libbing)]
big cities and bright lights
short days and long nights
no stress and no strife
i’m high off living the life

it’s clear to see that i’m the motherf*ckin’ man, i done learned from the
best of em; took the first slot, n*gg*z still second guessin’ em
hoes, i’m undressin’ em’, foes, i’m not stresin’ em’
outlastin’ a bunch of ’em , outflowed the rest of em’
cuz everyday, i stay preachin’ on the pulpit
so tell them haters they could miss me with that bullsh*t
but i won’t miss, i’m luda, the heat holder
i’m rich, b*tch! i’ve done more shows than oprah
and i’m a soldier, ready for whatever
roll with a bunch of n*gg*z that don’t know no better
king like coretta, countin’ mo’ cheddar
just hired two dyk*s to be my ho getters
when it comes to these women, dog, ain’t no one f*ckin’ wit me
they runnin’ back, you think i had tj duckett wit me
that’s cause i throw it like vick, from the yard line
menage a trois, it’s safe to say i’m havin’ hard times

[chorus + (ludacris ab-libbing)]

[snoop dogg]
to my n*gg* chopper dot, with the whoopty-whop on the block
got the heaters c*cked, cause i know the suckers on the block
hennesey and belve-d, brings a lot of jealousy
n*gg* stop snitchin’, nephew, why you tellin’ me?
they say the game ain’t what it use to be no mo’
used to be a g, but now he just a ho
runnin’ ’round poitin’ fingers, tellin’ names
you f*ckin’ up the rules to this dirty game, and it’s a diry shame
i ain’t flippin’ out, that’s probably why i’m dippin’ out
ya’ll fools trippin’ out, that why i’m on a different route
now, makin’ money, havin’ clout, what’s what it’s all about
twenty seven cars and a tweleve bedroom house
now they call me snoopy trump
i keep my heater close, cause i love to bust
now hat’s a stain on a n*gg*, i bang on a n*gg*
kick rocks and watch how i do my thang, young n*gg*; i’m livin’ the life!

[chorus + (snoop dogg ab-libbing)]

[chorus – w/o ab-libs]

/ notorious b i g lyrics