Live It Up Part 2 lyrics

[Charlemagne]

Yeah, Charlemagne presents (N.E.) another butta joint

I`ve done it again

Live It Up Part 2, you know how I do

Mista Voo, A-Butta, L-Swift



[L-Swift]

Aiyyo, we tryin to Live it Up, gin in my cup

While you all in my grill, slip in the cut

Don`t fall but it spill

My niggas A and Voo call (What the deal)

Yo we the three wise men, tryin to be rich before I`m three times ten

You don`t need to try to be my friend

Nigga we self-contained, your self to blame, I shelter the pain

Northeast Bronx never the same, remain smokin

In East I`m wildin it out, in the West we straight locin

I peep you hidin out in your vest, get blazed open

Proceed to get high till the death and make potion

I need to just lie to the rest and lay scopin

Get sixteen cats on the train wit eight tokens

Yo the crew you run wit ain`t willin to scrap wit you

Get Philly`s and macs wit you, they spillin your ?

Spittin the gat wit you, easily-shared portions

Before I shoot, I stick my tongue out like Air Jordan

From here to Boston Massachusetts, one two

I think I lost one, I blast my music, receive my cash and recoup it

You know the rundown so hold your gun down

I roll a blunt now, control my funds now so what now



(Word up son, we gon` live it up)



[A-Butta]

Yo yo, I still get high from NY to Puerto Rico

Anthony Cruz, A-Butta that`s my altar ego

Call your peoples, let em know about the Elements show

I still stick hoes wit legs thicker than Jennifer Lo

Gallons of Hennesy flow

Through my veins and my brains ain`t functionin right

No need to explain, we fuckin tonight

I slide in a slut, and I got a nine in your gut

My mind is corrupt, yup I`m tryin livin it up

In the bus on my way to Riker`s Island in cuffs

Speedin, leavin life in the dust

And when I fuck, I`m on some freak shit, ice on my nuts

Believe it, my NE click, rip through the skin like strays

Plant ? chicks drip when I spit my phrase

Fo` my Elements fam and the rest of the clan

Oh I, respect my fans that step in the jam

Wit my fitted cap tilted to the back, L in my hand

Sippin `Nac, gettin wet as I can

Fallin out, shit is all about money and moves, they crunk ya`ll

Buck fifty-one numbin my tongue, I`m drunk ya`ll

Is you wit me? Then come on ya`ll, let`s go



Chorus [Mr. Voodoo] (A-Butta)

Word up, so yo open your ears, listen up

Twist one up, fill your cup, hydro!

(Twist it up and if you know) Like I know

(You`ll be livin it up) Word up

So yo, open your ears, listen up

Twist one up, fill your cup, hyrdo!

(Twist it up and if you know) Like I know

(You`ll be livin it up)



[Mr. Voodoo]

I murder things like Serbs under Maloshavits ("Think about it" [Rakim])

Till we all rockin furs like we Bolsheviks

Me and my associates, forever radiating glow

Is supposed to shit, ya`ll ain`t know

The M-O, my grammar`s in lock, ammo is stocked

Hammer is cocked, the damagin rock, measure wit cameras and clocks

Who make the planet rock, ya`ll know can`t eat, we say

The go-to man like the center in the NBA

My DNA, got a pistol ?

Rappers gettin claps like they was bonin a dirty whore

It`s a dirty chore when it`s time to flip

I got the black tape on the trigger, the hammer in the grip

I`m clappin at kids, abandon your ship

Take it to trial, get a slap on the wrist

I`m cappin the Cris but celebrate like a crooked capitalist

We elevate, look kid nobody rappin like this



Chorus