Live MC

[Intro: Heather B] Yeah hah. For all the sessions, all the cyphers All my niggaz all my broads with the lighters That's for Jersey I hope you heard me You know Heather be , get down and dirty It's time to start this, it's time to spark that All my thuuuuugs [Verse 1: Heather B] Yeah yeah yo yo A for all the love that I get and that I'm givin be for all my brothers locked down in the system see some say I'm crazy but I'm conscience of what I'm doin So CC for conscious in case you overlooked me D for dope, E forever F I like the sound, when you know you cut my throat Be exactly where I am G I thank God H I'm reachin higher hights, Heather hold it down Heather don't need no aight I I'm not the greatest but I'm practicin to be it And +I+ can achieve it if +I+ believe it J for Jersey City got to holler at my home K I keeps it movin okay I give it on L that's Big L may his soul rest in peace Don't know why he's gone but the murder has got deceased M is for the money, and then for the music Cause without the money hardly N & O no-one would do it P is for pass that Q my quarter leaves ramaskad are be the fight with that ass, you got to have that S is for spittin style T is for takin you where you won't go you for all the hunts of the underground heros V is for the voters the vocals and the vision when W is what we need less we need some more women X is for all you xerox emcees be original you needs to stop copyin why why not? This here is hip hop you takin food of my table and you will get dropped Z is where I be with my peeps or on my own Writin rhymes, dope rhymes where I be is the zone [Chorus] I be a Live MC, a Live MC Comin straight from Jersey, Jersey y'all You want to be in this industry, you wannabe in this You think it's easy as A-be -see, nah nah nah nah nah I be a Live MC, a Live MC Comin straight from Jersey, Jersey y'all You want to be in this industry, what? You think it's easy as 1-2-3, hah [Verse 2: Heather B] Ask me and I tell ya, I'm a tryer not a failure Inspired by the likes of Mya and Mehalya Some records they hail ya, some records they nail ya Sell out to sell records now the masses understand ya Who I got to proof to only me can I loose to He's happy to have a bail check like so these A & are is used to But man I got heart like Rosa Parks And I stay makin records with true MC's like Freddie Foxxx Send comitees send somebody to tell me I won't tell Cause I ain't got silicones, too much fire up in me So future like izelja got my X got my backs And I don't want to be a player no more say the fakers Much hate us, now congratulate us, most hayas, now prayers But you know is all that dough Just pay her pay me a +Slayer+ like +Buffy+ I'm a artist a MC and regardless I be Maskerin mine crazy not for the swift But for those that endure us all the time I rhyme I rip I spit I do collabo's when I kick And all due to the fact that I been'm blessed with the gift [Chorus] I be a Live MC, a Live MC Comin straight from Jersey, Jersey y'all You want to be in this industry, you wannabe in this You think it's easy as A-be -see, nah nah nah nah nah I be a Live MC, a Live MC Comin straight from Jersey, Jersey y'all You want to be in this industry, what? You think it's easy as 1-2-3, hah