Quality Control - Live Like Dis Lyrics

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[Intro]
You ain’t never seen a
You ain’t never seen a dope nigga live like this
You ain’t never

[Chorus]
You ain’t never seen a dope nigga live like this
You ain’t never seen a dope nigga live like this
You ain’t never seen a dope nigga pop his shit
Off-White fishscale, where the fuck the white bricks?
You ain’t never seen a dope nigga live like this
You ain’t never seen a dope nigga live like this
You ain’t never seen a dope nigga pop his shit
Off-White fishscale, where the fuck the white bricks?
You ain’t never seen a dope nigga live like this
You ain’t never seen a dope nigga live like this
You ain’t never seen a dope nigga pop his shit
Off-White fishscale, where the fuck the white bricks?
You ain’t never seen a dope nigga live like this
You ain’t never seen a dope nigga live like this
You ain’t never seen a dope nigga pop his shit
Off-White fishscale, where the fuck the white bricks?

[Verse 1]
Off-White bricks, nigga still need a lick
Still dreamin’ about the day when I was sellin’ shit
Still dreamin’ ’bout the K when I was gunning shit
Rest in peace to Shawty Lo, he was running shit
And head hold a nigga down, we don’t fuck around
Give him one phone call, nigga man down
And a nigga real street with a man pouch
Used to have a dream nigga, I’m the man now
Quan go get the bag too, stack the real cabbage
A nigga act gangster ’bout the bag, we had to reel in
Niggas got me really in my bag
Cost nothin’, them for a rich nigga, fuck on your bitch nigga
That hatin’, you niggas hold your nuts and keep waiting
And fire every real nigga from the gate
And free my lil brother out the state
I know that young nigga can’t wait
To touch down on a motherfuckin’ tape, yeah

[Verse 2]
Thank god we ain’t runnin’ from the narcs
And a nigga ain’t ducking from the cops
And niggas hold they head when they walk
And a nigga payin’ the feds when they talk
And a nigga ain’t never wrote a statement
And this for all the lil Brenda babies
‘Cause babies still havin’ fuckin’ babies
This world, ain’t it motherfuckin’ crazy
It’s been on drought on the blow lately
The weed everywhere real crazy
How crazy can this shit really get?
When a nigga sellin’ two five, ain’t no straight nicks
And nigga make a thousand profit off a whole brick
Got a dope boy nigga, think about a fuckin’ lick
How crazy can it get?