Lyric Live
South bronx, new york
(evil laughter)
Chorus: x3
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)
Chorus: x4
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)
Chorus: x4
Is it live, live, live, live, live
(evil laughter)
Chorus: x3
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)
Chorus: x4
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)
Chorus: x4
Is it live, live, live, live, live
