UGK, Lord Jamar, Keith Murray - Live Wires Connect lyrics

Keith Murray, UGK and oh my Lord Jamar

The east to the west
Up north to the down south
Live wires connect
So if you swangin on thangs
(Keith Murray, UGK and oh my Lord Jamar)
Or down to gangbang, or waitin on the train
It's still the same thang

You cut your mind and your body
With the rhyme and the shotty
Go and find me or hidin
With wine and Bacardi
Get down like John Gotti then
I gotta get lost i'm gone in the wind
My momma keep on tellin me
There's Bun in the sin
I guess I'm hell-bound destined
To learn my lesson, sess in my chestin
It burn but I keep on puffin, no bluffin
They don't call me Big Bun for nothin
Now soundbwoy you gon' dead
Well put em to rest
Bumba clot a gon' dead, wit two in his chest
Batty bwoy you gon' dead, and if he no die
We gon' come at him again! Well
Go on buddy let em fly
That's how it is in my city, and your city
Sir it gets no pretti-er just more gritty
Per capita, all around
From the five boroughs on down
To the mighty Bro town

Now watch this current rock it
Current for a sentence
For a triple homicide
Cripple any drama that reside in the mind
Of those livin outside of my stateline
Let em know we all the same kind
With the same crimes, catchin the same time
Which translates to hang time
Organised gangs slangin dime
Lord Jamar is black G-zuz, I sees this
Everywhere I go
Brothers hustlin to make the doe
Fast or slow, ya wanna see your cash grow
Like grass
But meanwhile take a blast of the el
And let the smell resonate, never hesitate
When it comes to puttin food on your plate
Devise schemes by all means
Like a sunrise when it beams
Keep your eyes on the CREAM
Live Wires on the team Connect
Get respect for they realness
I know you feel this

Uhh, now who that tryin ta
Claim they be thumpin
That's only when your funky little
Fake tape be bumpin
You can catch a square and get done unfair
Because aah, I'll be there
I'll be right there
Cocoa butter, got that, make em all for
Real life hustler movie maker
I know how y'all feel
But long as I'm alive I'mma
Do the right thing
And block out this stress my
Past criminal life might bring
The only way I use to nip it in the bud
Was ta try and put some bullets
In some of you joker's guts i got victims
G it ain't about the face you make
It's all about the place you
Take between yourself and snakes
Now everybody open up your
Arms for the cocoa-
MrFormer Football Player-ex drug
Dealer-gold digger- killer with scrilla
They be missin me with the bomb breakin
Cos I gets busy like no call waitin'

I'm tryin ta stack paper
These pigs can't stand me
It's all about my family
It's all about my candy
It's all about the crush
All about the feelin good
All about the rush, all about us
The first family
Somethin that a young fool never
Really planned to be
But funny situations, do bring change
And young fools do out here
In this wicked game
That's how I'm gon' starve
When fools eatin steak
Man, I can't stop now
Too much money out here to make
Now you could turn your nose up
And you can suck your teeth
But I gotta get this money
Ain't nobody gonna get it for me
And I might have to do shady things
Stick up kid all out, no shame
Run your rings, ear ring in change
Don't make me give it to ya
Cos it ain't no thang
I do it for the glory man, cuff the thangs
I gotta let em hang
I'm stuck in '87 tryin to regain my brain
Too many undercovers know my name
A phone line like fire cos I'm a live wire

Who is this with malicious onslaughts?
Keith Murray, UGK and oh my Lord Jamar
And we bustin on all you losers
Ridin twenty deep in two black Land Cruisers
Recognise or get paralysed with the drum
Where I'm from they promise you a fair one
Then blast you with the gun
And everybody standin around like it's funny
Junior LOD pickin your pockets for your money
The checkered
I slide off and make a funky record about it
No more than four minutes and some seconds
And live wire connected
From my peoples on the street who respect it
And the jeeps, hoopties, Benz and Lexus
My squad stretches from New York
To Portland to Texas
Let's see who's next to test this
Some herbs, ready to get their heads served
To the hard curb