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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
just been invaded by true soldiers
December 31st, 96 (the game is over)

[Chorus]

(I've got all my life to live, plus with all my love to give)
just been invaded by true soldiers
December 31st, 96 (the game is over)

[Chorus]

(I've got all my life to live, plus with all my love to give)
a death
Check yo self, you just been invaded by true soldiers
December 31st, 96 (the game is over)

[Chorus]

(I've got all my life to live, plus with
a death
Check yo self, you just been invaded by true soldiers
December 31st, 96 (the game is over)

[Chorus]

(I've got all my life to live, plus with
ya muthafuckin ass
Wit a dick in ya mouth
Straight from the muthafuckin south

Verse One:
Well it's the south
Nuthin but the muthafuckin south
Before
and ride with a nigga 
so I can show you what Dade County really got 
See don't be fooled by South Beach 
Thinking when you come to the Bottom 
You can
I'm just vanishing with the vanishing cream

Here's jews to live by, 'dentify before you intake can't leave with weed
Fuck that, you waist no time in
just to prove my skill
J-u-ice is what I'm gaining
With a style so fresh that it's self-explaining
Never bite a rhyme, I don't live that way
But when
just to prove my skill
J-u-ice is what I'm gaining
With a style so fresh that it's self-explaining
Never bite a rhyme, I don't live that way
But when
the vanishing cream
Here's Jews to live by, 'dentify before you intake can't leave with weed
Fuck that, you waist no time in search of those who can't breathe
But he’s talking about, ‘I wanna see you deceased’

No doubt, to live and die in LA
California, what you say about Los Angeles
Still the only place
look 
I caught the next guy runnin by wit the metal hook (BOO-AHH!!) 
Blew his back open, blood gushed on my face 
A bitch fainted 'cause she seen I
just to prove my skill
J-u-ice is what I'm gaining
With a style so fresh that it's self-explaining
Never bite a rhyme, I don't live that way
But when
hearts tickin'
I fought and made the world listen
Whatever fly Dr. Dre invented, turn on the box
And let my son watch these studio clowns on 60 inches

I
written by rookies working Montreal Expos
I don't care if you act wild, bring your raps to the studio
I'm a get in your booty, yo

I'm a set up a bag
motherfucker help me write my rhymes
Ain't no nigga pay for my studio time
See me at the top and want to claim my fame
Nigga took my chain, yea motherfuckin'
Get the worst when I bug this verse in a slug
Blaze wit eight clips, rip like some shit off the Matrix
Boston, state of mine, stay sick
Live rounds,
the next man used
You're not inspired impressed involved enthused
Instead lullabied by whatever they said
Insulted in fact 'cause what was catapulted
you live on the twelve-hundred block on Tecnuiqe 

By tha studio apartments, right off 70 street 

She said ya, How do you know that? 

I said you
maids do my chores
I slap all the demons
Get weighed on triple beamas
I got a dirt hairy plus a pair of purdy Ninas
Raised on the south side
and ride with a nigga 
so I can show you what Dade County really got 
See don't be fooled by South Beach 
Thinking when you come to the Bottom 
You can
time invested in these studio sessions 
Let's get the show on the road, spot dates, award tours 
J-Ro tell these niggaz what the fuck we in it for?
and if I didn't I shot him
Never gave a fuck about his family cryin'
Bottom line, better his than mine
You come around me with that live shit I kill it
and if I didn't I shot him
Never gave a fuck about his family cryin' 
Bottom line, better his than mine
You come around me with that live shit I kill it