"Late last night, two undercover police officers
  were found, [bad word] murdered in a Fort Greene
  apartment building in Brooklyn, New York.
  At this time, police have no suspects.
  Now to the weather, but first..
  tell em what time it is!"

[Kool G. Rap]
I got a chance to get some money so I'm takin it
No joke, because this bein broke [bad word] just ain't makin it
Cause I grew up in the fast line
See my pops ran the numbers and my moms held the blackjack games
Now I'm able to leave the cradle
I don't remember the dinners, only the kilos on my kitchen table
Sittin right beside a pistol
And I'm watchin my pops, pick up bricks made out of crystal
While he was countin the green
I seen nothin but strainers, containers, scales and rocks on a triple beam
People was too afraid to stick him up
Because he had the most notorious brothers [bad word] and pick him up
When I reached ten years old
I never recalled seein any more money and [bad word] in the household
Cause now pops was on his feet
And to keep us from gettin hurt he kept his dirt in the street
And if he tried to attack, your family's wearin black
because he just got your death, put on a contract
Another sucker [bad word] Even my mother's walkin around packin a .357 snub
And many cops dropped dead
I seen a man pull out a pistol and blow off an undercover's head
Cause it's hard to get by
And that's why, when you're young in the streets
you gotta live and let die

Some say this ain't the life to choose
Rage is snapped away you get a page in the Daily News
But I just wanna get paid off
Cause if I was workin a regular nine to five I'd get laid off
Some people say, sellin weight, is a death date
But I can't wait, to set up shop, in the next state
I ain't worried bout a brother tryin to take mines
Cause my [bad word] with a hundred shot nine
Police are right on my heels
But I'm always one step ahead of the punks makin dope deals
They can't stop me cause I'm proper
And if they ever try to raid they better bring choppers or helicopters
I broke a lot of punks ribs
Dumpin they bodies in lots, then I ran and shot up the cribs
Because a brother ain't fakin it
If there's a record for killin the most niggaz then yo I'm breakin it
I wish a brother would flex
I spray him up and then take all of his money and give his girl 
That's how I'm livin in the street
You either give a sucker two in the head, or you'll be dead meat
I'm sendin punks six feet deep
And gettin money in lumps, cause this ain't Twenty-One Jump Street
You wanna stop what I supply
Aiyyo, the [bad word] with that, I gotta live and let die

 Police, police!  Everybody down, everybody down!
 Don't [bad word] move, get down! *beep beep*
 Hey, where is everybody?  *Beep Beep*
 Look, there's nobody here *BEEP BEEP BEEP*
 What's that [bad word] noise? *BEEP BEEP BEEP!*
 It's a bomb, it's a bomb, let's go
 Get the [bad word] out of here!  *flatline sound*

You gotta live and let die *explosion*
Forget all that [bad word] about savin the soul
Some chump'll pump your [bad word] full of bulletholes
So I'm out to make a killin
And all you suckers are chillin cause I ain't just an ordinary villain
I got a rep for mass murder
If you look bigger, I just pull the trigger, a female I just hurt her
I got the .38 long
But a dame can get the same if [bad word] out of her mouth wrong
And if you try to oppose this
next time you see your mother she'll be covered with roses
It ain't about a fair fight
Because I only get open for smokin suckers in daylight
Another punk bites the dust
Cause I just bust blood out your butt like pus
The broke life I ain't missin
Because now I got a lot, and that's more than a pot to [bad word] in
And if I'm sellin