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[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 B, 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 B for all my brothers locked down in the system C 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 SongtexteDon'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 R 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 U 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 Y 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 wanna be in this industry, you wannabe in this You think it's easy as A-B-C, nah nah nah nah nah I be a Live MC, a Live MC Comin straight from Jersey, Jersey y'all You wanna 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 & R 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 wanna 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 wanna be in this industry, you wannabe in this You think it's easy as A-B-C, nah nah nah nah nah I be a Live MC, a Live MC Comin straight from Jersey, Jersey y'all You wanna be in this industry, what? You think it's easy as 1-2-3, hah Aus Songtexte Mania