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Live Or Die (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Take one breath
One fundamental sign of life
Don’t look back, don’t analyze
The tears that you cry
Only the strong survive
The silent sacrifice
And i, i will be your heart of steel
But power has a price

Ain’t it time that you believe in someone
Ain’t it wrong to let the years go by
Standing face to face forever
Live or die

(chorus)
Hold me like a child
I’m not alive until you do
What you hold in your hand is a miracle
And it’s dead if i don’t have you
Hold me like a child
Swear you never let go
You’re the eye of the storm
The reason i laugh or cry
Live or die
I will stay with you

Take one breath
One fundamental sign of life
No bad blood
No pain can make you draw the knife
We got a world of trouble
But i will never change
And even if we fall tomorrow
We will rise again

Now is the time we show each other
These are the words i kept inside
Standing face to face forever
Live of die

(chorus)

Live or die
I will stay, with you

Take one breath
One fundamental sign of life
Don’t look back
We love each other live or die
Hold me like a child
I’m not alive until you do
Live or die
I will stay with you
Take one breath
One fundamental sign of life
Don’t look back
We love each other live or die
Hold me like a child

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Live or die (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Live or die, are the choises I got
But I refuse to go anywhere soon
Life is too short to keep explaining myself
My situation means nothing to you

Back to reality once again
I clear my thoughts and think about how much time I spent
Keep movin’ on and try to do what I do best

I was always taught right from wrong
But who are you to be judging who’s right
Doin’ what I gotta do to get by
Will I survive; just look in my eyes

I gotta live my life day by day
No matter what type of bullshit is thrown my way
I’ll overcome it with or without your help

Don’t tell me, you can’t tell me
How I choose to live my life
The way I choose to live my life

I was always taught right from wrong
But who are you to pint the finger at me
I have no need to explain myself
Cause your opinions I don’t need

Live or Die (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

*sounds of an automatic being fired, then a single gunshot*

[Master P]
Unnnnnnnnnnnngh! He heh
Master P and Treach, nigga
It’s all family baby
Get them Naughty boys, I got the No Limit Soldiers
And when we posse up, these niggaz gon’ pay us

Chorus: Phiness, (Mystikal)

I thought I told you, have my mo-ney (Whatcha wan’ do nigga?)
You got until sunrise, or lose your life (Whatcha gon’ do nigga?)
We comin with them thangs, and we ready to ride
(Where they at? Let’s GET EM!)
Are you ready to die (live or die, live or die, live or die)
(Where they at? Let’s GET EM!)

[Vinnie]
With a little bit of taste of the bass to the face
in the place for anybody not payin-on-time
Rather be up in a six foot cell
before I let another nigga get flagrant-with-mine
And we be takin all cash, no checks, so go cancel this
I know niggaz are so scandalous
The ones I bust I’ma show em nuff ? on how many people
thinkin that they can stand with this, sheeyit
I thought somebody told you, BOY
Them Naughty niggaz ain’t no toys
You’re fuckin with sixteen styles over sixteen bars
Sixteen car man entourage
And when we get things started, I’m the hardest artist
Styles I flips retarded
Family who can handle this
From Illtown to S.E. to Los Angeles

Chorus

[Treach]
Hear the tale, of the n’Illtown O.G., better know me
Shape the gold teeth, CD be, bring the clip shells
and Olde E and gats, so no one gets close to me
and down to scrap, raise em from that
True tradition, RAISE EM UP, and gangsta bitches
that’ll blaze them butts, don’t play for fuck
Now we had a dealer knock off joints, Julie’s jackin
with the drop-off point (yo what the deal nigga)
You backed out, I fuckin WITNESSED it
And have partners have to split shit with
(Nah, pay me now, bust it)
At sundown see I went on work
I sent a tec mount in a tennis skirt, pop the blood claat
Watch a thug rock, slugs pop
With every cop on the block, with double-eye on my mugshots
He better pay me like he postin bail
or send his hand with no nails to his mom in the mail

Chorus

[Mystikal]
Don’t look now, but I’M BACK!!
Now give me all my props again
I gotta kick your motherfuckin ass for steppin on my MOCASSINS!!
We blended with Treach and Vinnie from Naughty By Nature
It’s Mystikal with Silkk the Shocker and ‘nem
No Limit Lieutenant is at it again!!
Catch me in the studio, tappin in from it, actin bad with a pen!!
No blackin, no ant-draggin, no babblin
I’m grabbin the mic in the booth when they peak
I’ma gon’ get me started WRASSLIN!!
Turnin and tusslin
Clutchin and musclin
I saw myself the demons when I’m BUSTIN THEM
If you wanna live you wouldn’t FUCK WITH THEM
Don’t FUCK WITH THEM

[Silkk the Shocker]
Ha hah, don’t fuck with them, look
Nigga, I keep a tight show, Luciano type dough
Feature Al Capone’s way out nigga, I got that type of flow
Don’t floss, if it ain’t yours
See we a bunch of feature artists, y’all a bunch of "and mores.."
Get the picture like Van Gogh, plus they done banned our tours
Catch me gettin my floss on walkin ‘cross marble tan floors
Can’t even touch the flow, can’t even touch no coat
Bitch I’m made now, I can’t even much touch no mo’
Fuck the whole rap game up nigga just, one of my lines
Say y’know a nigga like me, you’re lyin bitch
cause I’m like one of a kind
From the Jerz to the five-oh we get down and dirty ya heard?
I gotta eat, so I gotta go to street, cop two keys and a bird
.. So y’all better have what you owe me! By sundown
.. Or else I’ma get Mystikal, Naughty By Nature, my boys and ‘nem
.. We gonna get y’all!

Chorus

Live Or Die (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

*sounds of an automatic being fired, then a single gunshot*

[master p]
Unnnnnnnnnnnngh! he heh
Master p and treach, nigga
It’s all family baby
Get them naughty boys, i got the no limit soldiers
And when we posse up, these niggaz gon’ pay us

Chorus: phiness, (mystikal)

I thought i told you, have my mo-ney (whatcha wan’ do nigga?)
You got until sunrise, or lose your life (whatcha gon’ do nigga?)
We comin with them thangs, and we ready to ride
(where they at? let’s get em!)
Are you ready to die (live or die, live or die, live or die)
(where they at? let’s get em!)

[vinnie]
With a little bit of taste of the bass to the face
In the place for anybody not payin-on-time
Rather be up in a six foot cell
Before i let another nigga get flagrant-with-mine
And we be takin all cash, no checks, so go cancel this
I know niggaz are so scandalous
The ones i bust i’ma show em nuff ? on how many people
Thinkin that they can stand with this, sheeyit
I thought somebody told you, boy
Them naughty niggaz ain’t no toys
You’re fuckin with sixteen styles over sixteen bars
Sixteen car man entourage
And when we get things started, i’m the hardest artist
Styles i flips retarded
Family who can handle this
From illtown to s.e. to los angeles

Chorus

[treach]
Hear the tale, of the n’illtown o.g., better know me
Shape the gold teeth, cd be, bring the clip shells
And olde e and gats, so no one gets close to me
And down to scrap, raise em from that
True tradition, raise em up, and gangsta bitches
That’ll blaze them butts, don’t play for fuck
Now we had a dealer knock off joints, julie’s jackin
With the drop-off point (yo what the deal nigga)
You backed out, i fuckin witnessed it
And have partners have to split shit with
(nah, pay me now, bust it)
At sundown see i went on work
I sent a tec mount in a tennis skirt, pop the blood claat
Watch a thug rock, slugs pop
With every cop on the block, with double-eye on my mugshots
He better pay me like he postin bail
Or send his hand with no nails to his mom in the mail

Chorus

[mystikal]
Don’t look now, but i’m back!!
Now give me all my props again
I gotta kick your motherfuckin ass for steppin on my mocassins!!
We blended with treach and vinnie from naughty by nature
It’s mystikal with silkk the shocker and ‘nem
No limit lieutenant is at it again!!
Catch me in the studio, tappin in from it, actin bad with a pen!!
No blackin, no ant-draggin, no babblin
I’m grabbin the mic in the booth when they peak
I’ma gon’ get me started wrasslin!!
Turnin and tusslin
Clutchin and musclin
I saw myself the demons when i’m bustin them
If you wanna live you wouldn’t fuck with them
Don’t fuck with them

[silkk the shocker]
Ha hah, don’t fuck with them, look
Nigga, i keep a tight show, luciano type dough
Feature al capone’s way out nigga, i got that type of flow
Don’t floss, if it ain’t yours
See we a bunch of feature artists, y’all a bunch of "and mores.."
Get the picture like van gogh, plus they done banned our tours
Catch me gettin my floss on walkin ‘cross marble tan floors
Can’t even touch the flow, can’t even touch no coat
Bitch i’m made now, i can’t even much touch no mo’
Fuck the whole rap game up nigga just, one of my lines
Say y’know a nigga like me, you’re lyin bitch
Cause i’m like one of a kind
From the jerz to the five-oh we get down and dirty ya heard?
I gotta eat, so i gotta go to street, cop two keys and a bird
.. so y’all better have what you owe me! by sundown
.. or else i’ma get mystikal, naughty by nature, my boys and ‘nem
.. we gonna get y’all!

Chorus

Live or Die (Letra)

Bee Gees

Bee Gees

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Verse 1

Yo I roll with Godbody
Prayin fearin nobody
My life belong to Him
So I don’t need a shoty

You ain’t got no peace at home
Ridin, cryin on the phone
Puffin lah
Ready to die
So you huffin on your chrome

So if the Ruff wanna ride
The Ruff gotta die
Just like if Puff wanna walk
Then Puff gotta lie

People just don’t understand
I spit it righteously
But you get your life right
And you might just be

Got you candy-coated sweet-long
With the feet on
Clockin dollars everyday
But you know you livin wrong

So just livin life in this war like it’s a game
All alone and never knowin the peropse why they came
In the streets they learn to kill
In the club they pack steel
And It’s all for the sake of a game that ain’t real
So they learn to throw slugs
Like they learn to sold drugs
A good son corrupted by a cold hearted thug
Fast life make no sence when you dead and you gone
Right now you got a chance to chose your right from wrong
But it kills me to see those thugs that don’t care
When they die leavin’ children behind
It ain’t fair
Some wanna ride
Some wanna die
But heres your chance to live or
Chorus
Live or die
‘Cuz the way that you live’s gonna be the way that you die
Look what you wanna do
Live or die
I know you claim to be real
I see the thug in your eye
So what you wanna do
Live or die
‘Cuz the way that you come’s gonna be the way that you go
Now what you wanna do
Live or die
All the dough that you make you can’t take when you go

East Coast

Name one get some
Yo we got this here
Predestened by the Lord
You can’t stop this here
I roll with the real ones
‘Bout to drop this here
Your visions kinda blury
We ‘bout to make this clear
Lil Wayne I know you hurtin’ ‘cuz you lost your pops
The block was so hot you had to slang that rock
Thugs grillin’ ya so you sleep with your glock
Thuggin’ hard up in my life
Dogg I had to stop
Saw my my man last year
He just got locked
Escaped from the hood
Just like Lot
Didn’t wanna get shot
End up just like Pac
Or end up in the flames
‘Cuz It’s just too hot

Yeah, I heard your album
And Baby boy it was wac
Murder lyrics, deceving spirits sung over the track
While you flowin in the studio and sippin’ that cogiac
What you spittin but not livin
I’m tired of this phonie act
Sold your soul, had to pay to play the game
‘Cuz as soon as you make that chedder son, you’ll never be the same
You forgot from which you came and you suckers are still lame
Like Tony Montana and his wac rap game
Money exagerates you, the truth will agravate you
I spit the type of wisdom you choose or can’t relate to
Even the dumbest on the streets son, can estimate you
Fantisizing in your lyrics seems to motivate you
But I don’t immitate you and I don’t player hate you
But I’m prayin’ for your souls that hell’s fire escape you
I know the game ain’t the same and the fame is what you claim
But I’m tellin’ you Playboy you gotta pay to play the game

Chorus

West Coast