Live It Up (Clean Main)

Lyrics

Natural Elements - "Live It Up" [Emcee(s): A-Butta, Mr. Voodoo, and L-Swift] [Producer(s): Charlemagne] [Verse 1: A-Butta] Yo, I get high From NY to PR, DR, doing CPR on the mic, living it up. I'm wild In the cut, slide in a slut, knotting your gut Wine in my cup, my mind is corrupt. I'm trying to find Diamonds like Puff, rhyming and stuff. It feel it I'm on The bus on my way to Rikers Island in cuffs, speeding We're leaving life in the dust, and when I puff, my eyes Stay shut—who higher than us? Yeah, it's a must I rep For my Elements fam and the rest of the clan Jetting the land—'nough respect to my fans—step in the jam With my fitted cap tilt to the back, L in my hand Sipping 'nac, getting wet as I can, falling out, shit It's all about money and moves—I told y'all A 100-proof all in my juice, I'm stoned, y'all So toasted, I swore I saw soda on straws Is you with me? I know y'all are, so let's go [Hook: L-Swift and (A-Butta)] (x2) NE (letting it blow), plus (getting the dough) We be (checking your ho) while you (sweating the flows) Hydro, (twist it up, and to all my) Fly hoes (giving it up definitely) [Verse 2: Mr. Voodoo] You'll get Splashed here. I'll murder things—it's the cashmere Persia King while you take orders like you a cashier At Burger King—here's a full-pound flame-broiled Egg with foil—now your whole game's spoiled. My name's A pseudonym for oil like Gain in aluminum foil Furthermore, I perform murder pure Plus my brain got a pistol's curvature—niggas Getting claps like they was boning a dirty whore. Rapping's A dirty chore—when it's time to flip, I got the black Tape on the trigger, the hammer, and the grip. I'm clapping At kids—abandon your ship. Take it to trial Get a slap on the wrist. I'm capping it crisp but celebrate Like a crooked capitalist. We elevate Look, kid, nobody rapping like this (For real) [Hook: L-Swift and (A-Butta)] NE (letting it blow), plus (getting the dough) We be (checking your ho) while you (sweating the flows) Hydro, (twist it up, and to all my) Fly hoes (giving it up definitely) NE (letting it blow), plus (getting the dough) We be (checking your ho) while you (sweating the flows) Hydro, (twist it up, and to all my) Fly hoes (giving it up) [Verse 3: L-Swift] Yo, we're slicker than most And quickest with toast on both coast Wicked with flows. Chickens approach and most boast 'Bout the shit they got, how many niggas done licked their crotch I pick their lock and 'vict their spot, and keep My chronic in a six-day stock, smoke on the green This rap shit need change like a soda machine. I know The scene like the back of my hand, I spit thunder Stack up a grand, don't care about getting no trick number 'Cause, you know, money make moves and moves make money Big-up Natural E like a soldier salute their country If P.O.W.'s are M.I.A., my gun go "P-O-W," I blam my ways. In what direction Should I send my strays? Look around, you might notice I focus on what I gotta do. You type bogus And the crew you run with ain't willing to scrap with you Get phillies and MACs with you, they're spilling your fat tissue I'm spitting the gat issue, evenly share portions Before I shoot, I stick my tongue out like Air Jordan [Hook: L-Swift and (A-Butta)] NE (letting it blow), plus (getting the dough) We be (checking your ho) while you (sweating the flows) Hydro, (twist it up, and to all my) Fly hoes (giving it up definitely) NE (letting it blow), plus (getting the dough) We be (checking your ho) while you (sweating the flows) Hydro, (twist it up, and to all my) Fly hoes (giving it up definitely) NE (letting it blow), plus (getting the dough) We be (checking your ho) while you (sweating the flows) Hydro, (twist it up right in front of) 5-0 (not giving a fuck, definitely) NE (letting it blow), plus (getting the dough) We be (checking your ho) while you (sweating the flows) Hydro, (twist it up right in front of) 5-0 (not giving a fuck, word up)