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South Bronx, New York (evil laughter) Chorus: x3 Is it live, live, live, live, live (evil laughter) Verse one: I heard your CD is wack wasn't fucking impressed Who's the nigga with the big mouth I live your ass ?erect? and bit off with a lion's mouth Your hypeman sound like a bitch that switch Y'all niggas need to be around when my dick itch Yo TNT these niggas acting wild like they homo But they trying to see me fuck it I'm a pull up in a Ford van Let these niggas know I'm a give em a permanent suntan Walk in your studio session Damage your crew in the vocal booth with a thirty-inch Smith and Wesson Dr. Doom on your intercom pressing your girl all night with a fucking Bomb I'm a move the tattoos off all these MCs Let me make a sandwich first with government cheese Uncle Black got a new sawed-off When them booty kids show up we gone blast they ass off Niggas be mean mugging wide eyed smoking that dust I'm a send Tony Lou with a bazooka blow smoke in they tour bus In a yellow Caprice Classic I got a wig on them city boys ain't gon' recognize all four of us Jay and John with fifty cousins from the Bolding family We ?roll and amp? G The fuck y'all talking about I'm moving a different route Grab the carbines from under the couch See you on the Ferris wheel at Coney Island I'm not gon' be smiling Magnum waiting for your ass Yall gon' see my face, fuck a mask (evil laughter) Chorus: x4 Verse two: Smearing your mailbox With peanut butter and jelly with pickles from the deli Black shoe polish on your glass table I'm ready and able Going on the roof When the pay-per-view fight come on click off the cable Harass you to move Leaving ?poisoned rat cole slaw? around your toilet stool While you scream fuck you I'm a cross the street eating Popeye's Cajun rice In a station wagon with hot beans Taking a coffee break back in the house Giving your Chihuahuas Ex-lax with a hot bowl of Quaker State Leaving the front room Dropping bombs on your fur coat with a box, ka-boom Watching the Mets putting shit on your TV sets In the shower You won't be able to watch a program with remote controls For seventy hours check out your sore ribs The screen is gritty Everybody's starting to look green on Rap City Take your receipt, give your wallet with nine hundred bucks To a retarded kid in a wheel-chair Coming up the street Walking up the main avenue I'm passing you With a leather coat that looks similar to yours Fuck you You looking at me I'm a start walking behind you Act like I'm pantomiming you Talking to police men Chewing a arm And joined by a black and white squad car With binoculars watching you very far (What's up motherfuckers) (evil laughter) Chorus: x4 Is it live, live, live, live, live