Live Shit (Street)

Lyrics

El Da Sensei ft. Pacewon, Big Kwam, and Diamond D - "Live Shit" [Emcee(s): El Da Sensei, Pacewon, and Big Kwam] [Producer(s): Buckwild] [Hook/Additional Vocals: Diamond D] [Sample (Multiple Elements): Johnny Pearson - "Danger Man" (0:06)] [Verse 1: El Da Sensei] As I get into character, my expectance rate exceeds Past rate and debates in any presidential race Chasing papes in my path so long as I manifest the most Ridiculous, official renditions that diss these hypocrites 973, specialty: vocabulary, missionary Mention me in conversations on who's extraordinary Classified as live—behold. My soul advise To lost ears who cheer for bullshit-ass lies, and I take in best interest, you wish for me to finish My career with plenty plaques from dedication to my image From the art comes my art, darts aiming for the chart. Cool cat Bringing the snatch-a-chain style back, broad- -cast for tracks and DATs and change hymns, bless 'em As if like a deacon from that show Amen. Earn My stripes in these Brick City streets until the end. El Da Sen'/Descend for the 2G, original blend [Hook: Diamond D] (x2) We got the Live shit, infrared 45 shit On some ball-'til-we-die shit, greeny Green got us high as shit on some old kiss-the- -sky shit and spit the flyest shit [Verse 2: Pacewon] Yo, I pull Dimes, no tricks. Represent the Bricks like "Gather up, my gentlemen," send 'em in your residence Raid like the narcs, leave out with the Benjamins Gaffle up your girl, talk slick and make her happy Stretch the pussy out like taffy. Got it, dawg? Roll that shit up. I dump and take opium Xanax and cough syrup mixed up with sodium Take a small tab, relax and fall back How I be All That like the show on Nickelodeon Pacewon, I'm the type that hate cops, smoking 'Til I'm wigged out like Michael J. Fox My rifle stay cocked, I aim and bust rounds, I'm like Kurt Warner throwing touchdowns—catch it! No rest for the wretched, my papa raised a sexist Pull up in a Lexus ES and wet shit Born to be a legend, I rule the underground. It's like Mayhem when I come around. Yo [Hook: Diamond D] (x2) We got the Live shit, infrared 45 shit On some ball-'til-we-die shit, greeny Green got us high as shit on some old kiss-the- -sky shit and spit the flyest shit [Verse 3: Big Kwam] Yeah, yeah, yeah, me and my niggas ain't Nothing but a bunch of compulsive chronic-inhalers who sling Narcotics, rebellious 'cause life and economics has failed us Slinging crack in the hall. Picture Kwam back- -slapping you all with a force that'll slacken your jaw Figure: fuck with y'all hypocritical niggas Wired like I sniffed through a bill and drank a fifth to the liver My nigga El had a vacancy on The song, now it's Kwam, El, Pace, and D and my nigga Buck on the boards, who probably got a couple of broads Sucking him off while we fucking record, so you Know the team is prolific. Front and your spleen'll get shifted Smoke your green and get lifted to this while you're cleaning your biscuit Slip you Henny with peroxide twist, and my Advice is: you pussy, so do not try this. If you Looking for the raw, then go cop my shit, but if not Then fuck you and your cockeyed bitch, motherfucker [Hook: Diamond D] (x2) We got the Live shit, infrared 45 shit On some ball-'til-we-die shit, greeny Green got us high as shit on some old kiss-the- -sky shit and spit the flyest shit