Kris Kross, Jermaine Dupri, Aaliyah, Da Brat, Mr. Black - Live and Die for Hip Hop lyrics
[Kris Kross, Jermaine Dupri, Aaliyah, Da Brat, Mr. Black - Live and Die for Hip Hop lyrics]
1, 2, 1, 2, uh ah, 1, 2, 1, 2
Mic check 1, 2, 1, 2 1, 2, 1, 2, uh
1, 2, 1, 2 mic check 1, 2, 1, 2
I devoted my whole life to
Rockin' mics gettin' crowds lifted
Put my pants on backwards 'cause
I wanted to be different
I keeps 'em with a crease
Timepiece Bertolucci
House full of honeys sportin' Gucci
Cuttin' coochie
I'm the man, girlfriend, luxury I swim
Macadocious to the most, brown, sexy, slim
Setter of trends, known for making dividends
And millions of people jump, jump, jump, jump
Now who choose to be the next nigga to step
Get deleted by Def
Undefeated, ain't no thang to put
That body to rest chest filled with smoke
Yolkin' niggas up by the collar
Follow me 'cause my dollars makin'
More sense than Common
Robbin' you for your money and your diamonds
Endangerin' your species
More Than A Woman like The Bee Gees
No remorse, steady smokin' plenty grass
(let it go) and let Da Brat commence to
Be the baddest hoe
Well, baby
Roll me a mic and let me smoke 'til I'm high
If you ever seen me rock then you know that I
Live and die for the things I do
Slang I use, breakin' down mics
And destroyin' crews
Yachts is by the sea, big party
(twelve until) see I'm the Daddy of the Mack
And at the top of world
I chill, keep it real
My field of work consists of that
Thuggish ass niggas sayin'
"Where they keep that pistol at?" (My life)
I wouldn't trade it, to me
It's nothin' better wakin' up when I wanna
Sportin' Jay Boogie leather
Autographs, bubble baths, five-star hotels
Rollin' wit' a click super thick
And everybody's gettin' mail
Take off the safety and face me
Gun powder chowder for real
The last nigga figured to ever
Make it off the hill
But still rhymes rock like coke that smoke
And I'm in effect with a Tec
That got a infrared scope
Smackin' those actin' tough as Tinactin
Fall up in yo' hood increase
Your brain with the Mac-10
Stack ends, seventeens on the Benz
And burner by my thigh in
Case these niggas wan' die
Oh ooh, something tells me
We got it goin' on, we're turnin' ya on
It's that So So Def
I want you to feel me
My whole thang is to get inside your body
I run game like my name was John Gotti
Hittin' hook shots like Vlade
And niggas around my way
Call me Little Liberace
A lady lover like no other
And I be lethal with my weapon
So they call me Danny Glover
Now who keep it hot? (We Do)
See, So So Def ain't nothin'
But a fool-ass crew
Mic check 1, 2, 1, 2 1, 2, 1, 2, uh
1, 2, 1, 2 mic check 1, 2, 1, 2
I devoted my whole life to
Rockin' mics gettin' crowds lifted
Put my pants on backwards 'cause
I wanted to be different
I keeps 'em with a crease
Timepiece Bertolucci
House full of honeys sportin' Gucci
Cuttin' coochie
I'm the man, girlfriend, luxury I swim
Macadocious to the most, brown, sexy, slim
Setter of trends, known for making dividends
And millions of people jump, jump, jump, jump
Now who choose to be the next nigga to step
Get deleted by Def
Undefeated, ain't no thang to put
That body to rest chest filled with smoke
Yolkin' niggas up by the collar
Follow me 'cause my dollars makin'
More sense than Common
Robbin' you for your money and your diamonds
Endangerin' your species
More Than A Woman like The Bee Gees
No remorse, steady smokin' plenty grass
(let it go) and let Da Brat commence to
Be the baddest hoe
Well, baby
Roll me a mic and let me smoke 'til I'm high
If you ever seen me rock then you know that I
Live and die for the things I do
Slang I use, breakin' down mics
And destroyin' crews
Yachts is by the sea, big party
(twelve until) see I'm the Daddy of the Mack
And at the top of world
I chill, keep it real
My field of work consists of that
Thuggish ass niggas sayin'
"Where they keep that pistol at?" (My life)
I wouldn't trade it, to me
It's nothin' better wakin' up when I wanna
Sportin' Jay Boogie leather
Autographs, bubble baths, five-star hotels
Rollin' wit' a click super thick
And everybody's gettin' mail
Take off the safety and face me
Gun powder chowder for real
The last nigga figured to ever
Make it off the hill
But still rhymes rock like coke that smoke
And I'm in effect with a Tec
That got a infrared scope
Smackin' those actin' tough as Tinactin
Fall up in yo' hood increase
Your brain with the Mac-10
Stack ends, seventeens on the Benz
And burner by my thigh in
Case these niggas wan' die
Oh ooh, something tells me
We got it goin' on, we're turnin' ya on
It's that So So Def
I want you to feel me
My whole thang is to get inside your body
I run game like my name was John Gotti
Hittin' hook shots like Vlade
And niggas around my way
Call me Little Liberace
A lady lover like no other
And I be lethal with my weapon
So they call me Danny Glover
Now who keep it hot? (We Do)
See, So So Def ain't nothin'
But a fool-ass crew