All The Way Live

Ahhhhh... Let's funk it up! Verse 1 Relate, vacate, what's today's rate? In this day 'n' age ain't nobody safe Get'cha got'cha yo, who shot'cha? I must warn ya, it's that way in California No one's givin', everyone's takin' Who set's off the moves, you're makin'? Huh, we're bringin' it, got you singin' it Hold on tight, cuz' this might sting a bit Now, bring it back Verse 2 Yo, I gotta let my peeps know Cuz success ain't rated by how much dough you hold Ha, huh, huh, and it don't make sense To live your whole life for the dollars 'n' cents Cuz this greed is killin' us by the hundreds Ya sittin' on a million but ya still won' derin' I guess happiness ain't a fish you can't catch 'n' Fool ya lookin' in the wrong direction It don't matter whether ya rich or not If ya gone, ya gone, ain't nothin' ya got It matters most in this circle of life If ya find your reason for being here If ya don't know, listen here, it's outlined in the book of life You want things to make sense?, take a U-turn, make it right For the two-triple zero, we come hummin' My hand grippin' the mic tight That's how I'm comin' Chorus All-the-way-live (x4) Uh, feel the funk Make it rough Bridge It's just something that happens We try hard to deny You'll find out when it happens It's in the air tonight Here it comes now, fast like a gun now On the run now? Turn to NUMBER ONE now Ya feet slowing, you're crazy And tired, come-back Hit me, sometimes, life is tricky The stickman comes along, to stick me Flick me, he cannot get with me Got saved 'n' got the victory Well who planned this? The Krutch don't miss With that funked out twist to get'cha on the canvas We be that ill-type But only when we grip mics,'n' T.F.K Be the squad that'll burn out the lights Like that, gettin' upon the drum track Crack back ya speaker stack to to be exact HE'S comin' keep ya eyes on the clock We rip mics of all types when we rock .. on and on and on, 'n' they'll be no frontin' 'cuz this is how I'm comin' Chorus