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I just got the crib with the studio
You could say I live at the studio
Shawty come and give at the studio

All I do is rap and sex
Niggas see how
Daniel stares over LA
Tiny little stairs over his head
Out on the lamb
His lying's on the loose
King of the jungle
Running from the truth
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
to the Pig, not to Starbucks
Let's vote for Nader
What are we waiting for?
I'm gonna live to be a hundred and sixty-four
To the crib and back to the studio
We blended with Treach and Vinnie from Naughty By Nature 
It's Mystikal with Silkk the Shocker and 'nem 
No Limit Lieutenant is at it again!! 
you'll leave tomorrow 
Believing love lasts forever, live right 

You gotta live 

Don't pull away from what's ahead of you and don't you look back
watching the studio 

got all the word on the street) 

what you was outside yesterday 

(for a minute went to the store  you know) 

caught them
Removed from the times
Event for the eyes
Mid day they gathered one by one
All time

The story lies behind
The mongoose flies on by
Out on the street they
del Sol

I am this street now
I am the street where you live
See me from your window
And be a fugitive

Back of beyond the horizon
I cut
I'm from a place, where it ain't no love
Niggaz'll peel you from the back, so it ain't no hugs
Just a bunch of niggaz, up on they grind
And it ain't too
slain last summer by a cocaine runner
A new year is dawning, new crews is forming
Rival gangs warring blood steadily pouring
The streets are deep Son
When I'm restless for no reason or rhyme 
I wander away from time to time 
The roar of my wheels always sounds so sweet 
But I hurry back
stand another fight
The studio boss fired me, my future's been shot by

The Three Martini Lunch
Things will get better soon, I gotta hunch
I felt a tear fall from my eyes. 
The heart never forgets  
No the heart never forgets. 

You can find someone  
And live your life  
of choppers 
Carol City will make holes in you so big, 
They can't be plugged by doctors 

Nigga, this is the real Dade County 
Where we are soldiers from
I hit the studio and drop a jewel, hoping it pay
Getting high watching time fly

(To live and die in LA) to live and die in L.A.
It's the place

Whenever I think about the life I used to live by
I wonder when I'm gonna get back
It seems a long time since I moved into the city
Street Science, you’re on the air
What do you feel when you hear a record like Tupac’s new one?”
“I love Tupac’s new record”
“Right, but don’t
Baby I'm back, they crazy whack, taking 'em out!
The philosophical flow son, that's live at my show son
I'm sounding like no one, you feeling me
Yo, if you could start your life from scratch (Uh) 

Rewind time and still go back (All Out) 

What would you change in the way that you live today
some love back to those that loved me

206 Court street and my second mom Tracy
Little Keesha and Cole
My mellow blow, and my homegirl Flo
livin' like a king
Kick back watch a fifty inch screens
Bounce to the west and hit studio
And spend my money in the ghetto

old starvation road to live on Easy Street
And I know this golden chain of luck will sooner or later break
But by the time that it finally does I won't
said it first more money more problems
The way I see it more problems, more money (What's up)

I got the streets on lock
Atlanta on my back
I do it for
with me
But somehow, our bass still reaches the street

As long as we got it, you can get it
People want the bass, so some try to steal it
From behind