Live lyrics

South Bronx, New York

(evil laughter)



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Is it live, live, live, live, live

(evil laughter)



Verse one:

I heard your CD is wack wasn`t fucking impressed

Who`s the nigga with the big mouth

I live your ass ?erect? and bit off with a lion`s mouth

Your hypeman sound like a bitch that switch

Y`all niggas need to be around when my dick itch

Yo TNT these niggas acting wild like they homo

But they trying to see me fuck it I`m a pull up in a Ford van

Let these niggas know I`m a give em a permanent suntan

Walk in your studio session

Damage your crew in the vocal booth with a thirty-inch Smith and Wesson

Dr. Doom on your intercom pressing your girl all night with a fucking

bomb

I`m a move the tattoos off all these MCs

Let me make a sandwich first with government cheese

Uncle Black got a new sawed-off

When them booty kids show up we gone blast they ass off

Niggas be mean mugging wide eyed smoking that dust

I`m a send Tony Lou with a bazooka blow smoke in they tour bus

In a yellow Caprice Classic

I got a wig on them city boys ain`t gon` recognize all four of us

Jay and John with fifty cousins from the Bolding family

We ?roll and amp? G

The fuck y`all talking about

I`m moving a different route

Grab the carbines from under the couch

See you on the Ferris wheel at Coney Island

I`m not gon` be smiling

Magnum waiting for your ass

Yall gon` see my face, fuck a mask

(evil laughter)



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Verse two:



Smearing your mailbox

With peanut butter and jelly with pickles from the deli

Black shoe polish on your glass table I`m ready and able

Going on the roof

When the pay-per-view fight come on click off the cable

Harass you to move

Leaving ?poisoned rat cole slaw? around your toilet stool

While you scream fuck you

I`m a cross the street eating Popeye`s Cajun rice

In a station wagon with hot beans

Taking a coffee break back in the house

Giving your Chihuahuas

Ex-lax with a hot bowl of Quaker State

Leaving the front room

Dropping bombs on your fur coat with a box, ka-boom

Watching the Mets putting shit on your TV sets

In the shower

You won`t be able to watch a program with remote controls

For seventy hours check out your sore ribs

The screen is gritty

Everybody`s starting to look green on Rap City

Take your receipt, give your wallet with nine hundred bucks

To a retarded kid in a wheel-chair

Coming up the street

Walking up the main avenue

I`m passing you

With a leather coat that looks similar to yours

Fuck you

You looking at me

I`m a start walking behind you

Act like I`m pantomiming you

Talking to police men

Chewing a arm

And joined by a black and white squad car

With binoculars watching you very far

(What`s up motherfuckers)

(evil laughter)



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Is it live, live, live, live, live
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