Is it live, live, live, live, live?
Is it live, live, live, live, live?
Is it live, live, live, live, live?
I heard your CD is wack, wasn't fuckin impressed
Who's the nigga with the big mouth?
I leave your ass out wrecked and bit off with a lion mouth
Your hype man sound like a bitch that switched
Y'all niggas need to be around when my dick itch
Yo TNT, these niggas actin wild like they homo
But they tryin to see me, fuck it
I'ma pull up in a Ford van, let these niggas
Know I'ma give 'em a permanent suntan
Walk in your studio session
Damage your crew in the vocal booth with a .38 Smith and Wesson
Dr. Doom on your intercom, pressin
Your door all night with a fuckin bomb
I'ma move the tattoos off all these MC's
Let me make a sandwich first with government cheese
Uncle Black got a new sawed off
When them booty kids show, we gon' blast they ass off
Niggas be mean muggin, wide-eyed, smokin that dust
I'ma send Tony Lou with a bazooka, blow smoke in they tour bus
And they yellin "This beat's classic!"
I got a wig on, them city boys, they gon' recognize all four of us
Kay and Jon with 50 cousins from the Bolden family
We rollin amped, G
What the fuck y'all talkin about? I'm movin a different route
Grab the carbines from under the couch
See you on the ferris wheel at Coney Island, I'm not gon' be smilin
Magnum wait for your ass, y'all gon' see my face, fuck a mask
Is it live, live, live, live, live?
Is it live, live, live, live, live?
Is it live, live, live, live, live?
Is it live, live, live, live, live?
Smearin your mailbox with peanut butter
And jelly with pickles from the deli
Black shoe polish on your glass table, I'm ready and able
Goin on the roof when the pay-per-
View fight, come on, clip off your cable
Harass you to move, leave a poison sick
Rat crawlin slow around your toilet stool
While you scream, "Fuck you!"
I'm across the street eatin Popeye's cajun
Rice in the Station Wagon with high beams
Takin a coffee break back in the house givin your
Chiwawa's Ex-Lax with a hot bowl of Quaker State
Leavin the front room, droppin bombs
On your fur coat with a box of kaboom
Watchin the Mets, puttin shit on your TV sets in the shower
You won't be able to watch the program
With remote controls for 70 hours
Check out your sore ribs
The screen is gritty, everybody startin to look green on Rap City
Take your receipt, give your wallet with 900 bucks
All your credit cards to a retarded kid in a wheelchair
Comin up the street, walkin by the main avenue
I'm passin you with a leather coat that look similar to yours
Fuck you! You lookin at me, I'm startin to walk up behind you
Actin like I'm payin no mind to you
Talkin to policemen chewin on Almond
Joy by a black and white squad car
With binoculars, watchin you very far
(What's up motherfuckers?)
Is it live, live, live, live, live?
Is it live, live, live, live, live?
Is it live, live, live, live, live?
Is it live, live, live, live, live?
Is it live, live, live, live, live?
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