Lyrics:
live is ill
[Madlib]
Hey yo niggas always talkin' bout there shit is real
"I gotta flex with a Lex in my video"
That's what half of these
something funky so the lifestyles kill
I work and work for the women I chill (Aha)
The women I thrill 'cause they gotta get ill on me (Oh yeah)
But still I
Screw type shit
Just a sad ho runnin' through the crew type shit
I got a bad bitch at home, voodoo type shit
Take down Meg Thee Stallion's by the group
might catch a body
Told my girl to wait in the lobby
The life that I live is a hobby
Kick that bitch to the side, karate
Niggas callin' me Two-Face Harvey
Davis Absolute the Body
You see they judge me by the
Words I won't exchange with dummies
I would never give the pearls to swine
Now they try to take
the Outlawz
Bad Azz representin' the L.B.C. Crew
What you wanna do?
You know how we do it
Time goes by
? puffin on lye
Hopin that it get me high
Got
stash, gold, checks, sports illustrated
I'm motivated by the fact that I'm being hated
Now my pockets swell, game straight outta ATL
G-land, Boyz II
out, live by a set of rules
One never went your mouth, or you gon' wake up with a motherfuckin' glock in your mouth
I'm the realest nigga in it, all
bullets hit you up leave yo body with contusions
Yo stans praying for you to live
I'm on that Greek shit I pi right back on the block
Head shot kill shot
80 proof my liquor, 3 whole 5ths for the crew
We pour up in the night time for the ones that we lost
Black bodies with targets on ‘em, how much does it
bakin' soda, this home improvement
She bring the .9 by two
I fuck on that ho and came back on her (go)
It look like she went got a new BBL
Oh, now
from around my block
And it's a sure shot that we stay on top
It's the planet-p here to keep it live
And I'm also known as kudu-5
When my crew
Yeah, fuck that shit
You are watching a master at work (yeah)
This what you all been waitin' for ain't it?
Rap game homie, I been waitin' for
there hands( burn by fire),
Where they put there body(burn by fire),
Nor give them dem chance by fire)*2
Fire, Holy ghost fire( burn by fire),
(fire)*11
niggas really too broke (yeah)
I just got forty million from Live Nation, nigga, no, that's not a joke (at all)
Pink strawberry ice cream diamonds on my
on and blow it rurals, its mine, knew a crew one time
'89, they took work to Caroline and blew big time
In just two years, they crew disappear
Snitches
name is, man we got a real crew, we got
Motherfuckers over here rapping for real, eat pussy on records and
Shit, that shit ain't what's happening, we
you pass it around
Come on, let's go to work
We got what'll make your body jerk
Make you throw your hands up in the air
Shake your booty and scream,
drama shit
More money more murder thats how we live it
More diamonds more guns is the beginnin
More of this gangsta shit can wear you out
Niggas see
you'll see
Your visions unfold all your dreams come true
Can't fuck with my crew Witch BBY and Drew
Roll up a new one we smokin on two
Who want the work
of a minute ago
CREW 1
Oi, my mates, be honest
Have my senses totally failed
Was that the work of demons
Or the work of too much ale
CREW 2
I've weathered
make it up with style on that punk tip
Prove it how I'm moving with the crew, get down to business
Runing laps, avoiding traps, I'm getting lost so pull
broke up on a crush
That's what happens when shooters choke up in the clutch
We gonna body you, and have to hook your wife to an I.V. too
Put both
stunts, and drinkin' brew
For the criminal acts done by criminal crews
(2X) ‘Father forgive them for they know not what they do'
For disregarding what is
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