it Live it up, just get over it Live it up, might as well just Live it up, live it up, yeah Live it up, live it up Live it up, live it up Live it up
saved ya) I done been through it all A muthafuckin' juvenile I can go through fall (off top) Hookin' up with my partnas takin' niggas to war (huh bruh) Gettin' street drivers and poppin' up
sound wack to me How am I a hater if I hate your cd How you more bout it bout it then Master P [Verse 3] Why ya askin me What's up with all these
it, spit it Rip it, never quit it Wicked with the way I flip it Made it ma! I probably did it Give it to you any way you want it Darn it, you ain't on
son don't shine That's why your - LAAAAAAAME! - career come to a end There's only so long fake thugs can pretend Nigga; you ain't live it you witnessed it
it every night And wake up every morning And walk to the liquor store or coffee store shop on the Mersa wats worser? It's no verse that would reverse
it was the end But I am here to reverse the curse that they live in Got two bones to pick I'm a only choose one You might get addressed on the second album
busy hoein it, sniffin up blow Don't get mad, it's just a talent I was given What I'm sayin, I'm a slave to the rhythm [ VERSE 2 ] Bein that I'm dissin
Putting it down Midwest side Nigga ride nigga Tech N9ne This is how we do it Mother fucker told me it was the rider tour Treat it like its mandatory
His Family Home Even Prepared The Funeral Service He Had In The Dome And Then They Came To Represent For A Stand Up G Who Walked It Like He Talked It
ladies up! All my fellas up! [Bounty Killer] Rudebwoy [Swizz Beatz] Yo yo yo yo, get up! [Chorus: ? (Swizz Beatz & Bounty Killer)] Just cause I'm guilty [SB:] (All my ghettoes up
hootin' and hollerin', it ain't botherin' me I hear you talkin', but you ain't made it to three You know where I live but you ain't made it to me, you
The beat kick technique split all your weak shit Yes, the rhythm, the Rebel Alone in my level heat it up past the boiling point of metal Living legend
mic in my hand and his hand and that hand And ideas, and all of theres And the end, everybody up in here, in this atmosphere So make it clear, live long
resenment I can sense it, and i dont like it [Chorus] [Verse 2: Kon Artis] It was my dream at first to be on spittin a verse On my own album with
my album, I made TWO versions" Verse 2: Brother Marquis The First Amendment gave us freedom of speech So what you sayin'? It didn't include me? I
truest country motherfucker, bust and kill the talk, it's time to do it Everything your idol do it, I can do it cock eyed Three albums supplied, once
it seems like yesterday it was just a dream but those days are gone (gone gone) and just memories (oh oh) and it seems like yesterday it was just a dream