Live (instrumental) Lyrics
| Song | Live (instrumental) |
| Artist | Dr. Dooom |
| Artist | Kool Keith |
| Artist | KutMasta Kurt |
| Album | First Come, First Served (Instrumentals) |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 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 ****ing 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 **** 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 ****ing | |
| 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 **** 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, **** 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 **** 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 | |
| **** 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 mother****ers) | |
| (evil laughter) | |
| Chorus: x4 | |
| Is it live, live, live, live, 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 ing 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 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 thirtyinch smith and wesson | |
| Dr. doom on your intercom pressing your girl all night with a ing | |
| 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 sawedoff | |
| 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 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, 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 payperview fight come on click off the cable | |
| Harass you to move | |
| Leaving ? poisoned rat cole slaw? around your toilet stool | |
| While you scream 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 | |
| Exlax with a hot bowl of quaker state | |
| Leaving the front room | |
| Dropping bombs on your fur coat with a box, kaboom | |
| 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 wheelchair | |
| Coming up the street | |
| Walking up the main avenue | |
| I' m passing you | |
| With a leather coat that looks similar to yours | |
| 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 mother ers | |
| evil laughter | |
| Chorus: x4 | |
| Is it live, live, live, live, 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 ing 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 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 thirtyinch smith and wesson | |
| Dr. doom on your intercom pressing your girl all night with a ing | |
| 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 sawedoff | |
| 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 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, 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 payperview fight come on click off the cable | |
| Harass you to move | |
| Leaving ? poisoned rat cole slaw? around your toilet stool | |
| While you scream 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 | |
| Exlax with a hot bowl of quaker state | |
| Leaving the front room | |
| Dropping bombs on your fur coat with a box, kaboom | |
| 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 wheelchair | |
| Coming up the street | |
| Walking up the main avenue | |
| I' m passing you | |
| With a leather coat that looks similar to yours | |
| 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 mother ers | |
| evil laughter | |
| Chorus: x4 | |
| Is it live, live, live, live, live |
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