Correction Lyrics Livin Thru Me by Mozzy

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Strizzy
Hey, Juce, this you, baby?

Why you let the suckers clip you? Why you do that to me?
Every time I need that thang, bitch, you do it to me
Livin' through me, got a Mozzy chain
For you gang and on your grave
When your son get of age, I'ma give it to him
Why you let the suckers clip you? Why you do that to me?
Every time I need that thang, bitch, you do it to me
Livin' through me, got a Mozzy chain
For you gang and on your grave
When your son get of age, I'ma give it to him

Yeah, somebody gotta dive, one of mines fall
Gotta drop off his loud, he shoulda signed off
Damn, I just saw that boy break a talon off
Damn, he only brung a P, like I won't buy 'em all
Fire off, murder on my mind, what you wired off?
Shе don't play with registers, wholesalе, the sliders off
Fuck you, I ain't tryna talk, nigga, way past that
I ain't tryna hear G-O-D, you better bag back
Caught him at the KFC by Hurley, he got cracked at
Niggas makin' statements for the pressure then retract that
Harley went to school, but doggy knew what's in that backpack
From Hell Gang, Mozzy, never find me on no rat facts
I'm Bloods, I get hella bills sold with these drugs
They say absolute loyalty is worth a pound of love
We really come from nothing, oh, they scared to crown a thug
I'm up a class ranking, I can't be around no duds

My heart invested, I might cry a lil' bit
But it's the game and I just pray that I don't pay for all I did
Took the hood on tour, yeah, I paid for all them trips
It's HGM, we the ones that paved the way for all that shit
Real big dog, these forces ain't gon' fit y'all
Present for the kick-off and they know where they shit falls
Hey, I was taught to make the bed in which you choose to lay
They say it's paper on my head, but shit has been delayed
Hey, how you supposed to say this nigga tryna kill us?
How you cross your big bro like I ain't got no feelings?
It's empire till they smoke me, nigga, drop the million
I don't even cop no old-school if your own crop ain't sellin'
We pop the seal and never measure when we tilt the spillage
Sprinkle my ashes on the beach, I'm from a sacred village
Miniature Kada on display, a nigga can't conceal it
He made sure everybody ate, so how he ain't the realest?
You ain't familiar with it

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