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South bronx, new york |
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(evil laughter) |
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Chorus： x3 |
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Is it live, live, live, live, live |
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(evil laughter) |
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Verse one: |
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I heard your cd is wack wasn't ******g impressed |
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Who's the ************* with the big mouth |
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I live your ass ?erect? and bit off with a lion's mouth |
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Your hypeman sound like a ************* that switch |
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Y'all *************s need to be around when my ************* itch |
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Yo tnt these *************s acting wild like they homo |
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But they trying to see me ************* it i'm a pull up in a ford van |
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Let these *************s know i'm a give em a permanent suntan |
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Walk in your studio session |
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Damage your crew in the vocal booth with a thirty-inch smith and wesson |
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Dr. doom on your intercom pressing your girl all night with a ******g |
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Bomb |
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I'm a move the tattoos off all these mcs |
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Let me make a sandwich first with government cheese |
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Uncle black got a new sawed-off |
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When them booty kids show up we gone blast they ass off |
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*************s be mean mugging wide eyed smoking that dust |
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I'm a send tony lou with a bazooka blow smoke in they tour bus |
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In a yellow caprice classic |
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I got a wig on them city boys ain't gon' recognize all four of us |
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Jay and john with fifty cousins from the bolding family |
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We ?roll and amp? g |
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The ************* y'all talking about |
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I'm moving a different route |
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Grab the carbines from under the couch |
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See you on the ferris wheel at coney island |
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I'm not gon' be smiling |
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Magnum waiting for your ass |
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Yall gon' see my face, ************* a mask |
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(evil laughter) |
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Chorus: x4 |
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Verse two: |
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Smearing your mailbox |
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With peanut butter and jelly with pickles from the deli |
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Black shoe polish on your glass table i'm ready and able |
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Going on the roof |
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When the pay-per-view fight come on click off the cable |
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Harass you to move |
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Leaving ?poisoned rat cole slaw? around your toilet stool |
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While you scream ************* you |
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I'm a cross the street eating popeye's cajun rice |
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In a station wagon with hot beans |
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Taking a coffee break back in the house |
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Giving your chihuahuas |
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Ex-lax with a hot bowl of quaker state |
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Leaving the front room |
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Dropping bombs on your fur coat with a box, ka-boom |
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Watching the mets putting *************t on your tv sets |
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In the shower |
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You won't be able to watch a program with remote controls |
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For seventy hours check out your sore ribs |
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The screen is gritty |
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Everybody's starting to look green on rap city |
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Take your receipt, give your wallet with nine hundred bucks |
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To a retarded kid in a wheel-chair |
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Coming up the street |
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Walking up the main avenue |
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I'm passing you |
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With a leather coat that looks similar to yours |
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************* you |
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You looking at me |
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I'm a start walking behind you |
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Act like i'm pantomiming you |
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Talking to police men |
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Chewing a arm |
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And joined by a black and white squad car |
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With binoculars watching you very far |
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(what's up mother******s) |
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(evil laughter) |
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Chorus: x4 |
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Is it live, live, live, live, live |