Live Life

Lyrics

Kwite Def - "Live Life" [Emcee(s): Kwite Def (AKA Kamackeris)] [Producer(s): X-Ray Da Mindbenda] [Sample (Melody): Frank McDonald & Chris Rae - "Night Moves" (0:20 and 0:02)] [Verse 1: Kwite Def (AKA Kamackeris)] It's time To wake up, get out of bed. What we got? A new thing for the head, rhymes swinging it I'll break it off, wild niggas is singing it You bought it, now we're bringing it. Check it: I got the bags full of greeny green, more better Than some cigarettes with nicotine, more cheddar Niggas like, "Yo, K, you're too pushy" I'll be like, "Nah, nigga, you're just pussy" It's all about beats, all about rhymes Fuck the petty cash, the petty crime. Bitches Filling up my mind how they're gonna do me well Picture me tricking up in some hotel It's your place or nothing—now is we fucking? Straight to the butter, chickenheads keep clucking My style contagious, broken down through the Ages. To be specific, use the math and Scientific. Terrific. Let's smoke a spliff With it and get lifted with the gifted Niggas want to act like it just can't happen You'll be the first, I'll be behind your head clapping You want to talk? Then fly. You want to speak? Then Creep, and we could do this all week in the jeep Niggas gotta know this is how it go down [Verse 2: Kwite Def (AKA Kamackeris)] It's corruption's Inception, the Romans went out, Ameri- -ca is no exception. They want to rule a whole Damn Earth planet. Made your own laws and just Take life for granted. The Most High they don't Acknowledge, but things like this you don't learn in college Why ask why? Let's go ask the dean You'll never see the yard if it ain't got the cream Know what I mean? Look what they done did to the Nazarene. Now it's war for gasoline Incarcerated brothers, sisters, they dissed us First, and it only gets worse Shorties acting fully grown, tummy fully blown For some thirteen minutes, now he gone What you gonna do when your time done tick out? Let me get you warned 'cause this shit is mad brick out You want to talk? Then We could speak. All night, we could creep in The jeep, and we could do this all week [Verse 3: Kwite Def (AKA Kamackeris)] And you ain't gotta be A criminal. You want to pack a luger? You ain't gotta Be a criminal just to puff a little Buddha And you ain't gotta be a criminal to want some Half-and-half—add it up, do the math We're here to take focus, notice Half of these laws on the books is bogus. This is Set up from jump and this is veteran funk for your Jugular. Niggas like me never come with the Bling-bling 'cause it's all about the mental Ill off the top and ever wilder with the pencil Hip Hop? I lock it up like a virgin With no tricking, no splurging. Y'all niggas Is bitch, rocking shorts with tights split and lets The ass all hang, and shit is all gay. You want to Talk? Then speak. You want to fuck? Then creep, and we Could do this all week. You want to Talk? We could talk, we could fly Ain't nowhere safe 'cause, anywhere, you could die Live life to the best of your ability Move on, nigga Move on Haha! [?]