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Yeah Gon' have to do it It's live y'know? It's feelin real right right now It's that live shit Madlib on the keys y'all, let's go Yeah, let's, uhh, yeah [Verse 1:] We, back on the scene, white Nike, creased jean Fresh tees, hat low fo' niggaz like me Blindfold, eyes open, heart closed, life froze Time went, stacked chips she spent Young pimp pro fit, don't flip, rumor trip sideswitch Gun bust, cuffs click, no trust, true shit Boss Hog's no dick, nickname's mo' snitch Big games no glitch, eight hoes won't simp Any grip don't sip Pitch black nightshift, two homies sell switch clear zips Blunt lit, sticky fingertips, wordplay grip Niggaz gettin buck when the sound lift It's that ock shit, whom you are not wit We still showin no love, how you forgot this We live as it gets mash for the check Respect, play it 'til it cracks your tape deck Songtexte[Chorus:] Nigga, that's all I know The life, the streets... the beefs, the rhymes The beat, that's all I need The dough, the weed, my heat, the hoes My folks, the beat - that's all I know The life, the streets... the beef, the rhymes The beat, that's all I need The dough, the weed, my heat, my hoes, my folks [Verse 2:] You in tune to that live shit Genocide who out of line get your line clipped Street Heisman timeless game, dog watch your dame we trouble Fuck the digits we get hotel room numbers we don't love 'em Catch me at the movies holdin hands NOPE~! Blockbuster mack, hold dick in her throat Scope help you clean that, serious I'll be back Rap star got me duckin groupies like dodgeball Red alert better check yo' scanner Lyrically this ain't yo' David Banners beyond the camera Ox banger wolfs around the feet but hang up Shit's over, this the raw shit niggaz crank up [Chorus] Aus Songtexte Mania