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
