I'm a draw
for my hip
For used to spin it
For no pinch your hips
and touch your lips
An now buster uh
You don't want to brawl with us
You just want to roll with us
Anybody know notorious
All my people glorious
ah Stand up say it proud
My soldiers move forward now
Left Right Left Right Left Right
Push up the mic
Four Three stand at ease
When you hear me turn forty five degrees
Got you laying please
B Live there like Killer Bees
So hot
Get em get em get em
When I'm on the mic I rinse out rythm
I feel the vibe
Depart a champagne
Unknown the flame
Take on the game
Honk honk and my gas get busy
Oh no once again I'm busy
I'm a lyrical stopper
With <DJ> here with a minimal harper
I keep the rythm bumping
Sit on the rythm on rythm I'm king
Pow yes I'm a roll with this
B Live got control of this
Uh yes I'm blazin this
Blazin this
Rasing this
Worked to hard in the game for this
Hey, yo, whats my name
With the kid with the B down with the game
Ultimate the flame
Winning like a game
Hit em with a John Wayne sound
Honeys to my left
Honeys to my right
We get the party jammin all night
Rinsing out the pain
Rock the microphone like John Wayne
Yeah we come to illa
With B Live here and a big fat killer
Flowing, Blowing, Nigger, Figure
B Live here and got the full jigger
Deepness and lies won't light the flame
Some try but never feel the rain
Get high expose the part the brain
Be rich but live a life of pain
This may be last day out
And you've soled all the money
And when you can't get the cash it ain't
funny
More rhymes than LeAnn
Phat beats like Rose Ann Parr
Hee Hee Har Har
Bad boys jumping in the car
I know why you're skatring it
Coz I'm on the poor can't trick Craig David
It took me seven years
Not seven days
To hold the mic and then blaze
B Live hold the mic a sound river
One time an there was a girl a my lover
<DJ> here we rinsin that river
What do you mean I'm dropping it
Ain't no way you're sobbing it**
Hee Hee Har Har
With a giggle
Give it all I've got with the Riddle
Just gonna take my shouts with me
When I'm the club done easily
People saying I'm history
And when I dissappear its a mystery
B and Joe ain't the crew to me
I don't faw survive in the hood to be
So we can eat moss when we're in the street
No more tequila shots for me
Just give me the blow like kinderman
When I'm in the spark got a bigger van
Play them shings like I killed you man
In the mosh pit we'd have killed you man
Might get sued for fifty grand
Money ain't shit be a soldier man
I don't give a shit I told you man
Higher higher I'll scold you man
Get down Get down ah
Get down Get down when I hold the mic watch
me winner
Down with the gap gonna rinse out
Honk honk now <DJ> gonna get out
Ha who got sent to the rough
Who the next in line to get tough
B Live hold the mic and then blow
Go B Live Go B Live Go!
They slam in my brain a microchip
Make me behave like a lunatic
Just had to walk in to feel the trips
Now I'm all up to my eyes in it
I'm sick of dat team in Oklahoma
Knocking on your door and approach Jehovah
When we come to it time to roll over
Hit the hard shoulder
Bowl them all over
Duck, Duck
Everyone duck
I don't give a DJ Luck
Get it?
Said it.
When a swift plane's going with it
Give me announce so we can dial no credit
B Live,
Coming on through
Hit with the one and the two
Like pow
Danger Danger
<DJ> rip up the flavour
Pop pop pop pop pop
Down with the Champagne drop
B Live coming through them rythm
B Live coming on through but don't shut
em
Been Warming yo since 95
B Live go the ultimate vibe
I love it when the bass starts bumping
About that time I get the <mood/crowd>
jumping
I'm no lier
Ask the crowd I'm on fire
B Live here, there
Rough like trebble and wear where we come
on
Don't check it out
When we used to back
To the old school chat
Now its all about two step
When we inject
You on the mic intercept
Flip the mic like a pancake
Take a break
And shake
Like you do with a plane
Got to live my life with passion
Party in the mansion
Like Richard Branson
Down all four o'ma kids and ma grandson
Hold the mic and stand handsom
On the mic and eyeball and some
Riddle it rough
Who got the keys of my crop
Don't try to stop me stop me poo poo nocking
<DJ> is out there rocking
What do you mean I'm dropping it?
Ain't no way you're sobbing it
**Click click out to your brain
And take Cane
And rock the microphone like John Wayne
I know you're hating me
What do you want to say to me
Was don't bring pain to me
Throw like getting that cash in the goddamn
game to be
Breaking me
Now I'm going to hit your brutally
Pull up for your veins and your arteries
The wicked better hark to me
<DJ> yo pardon me!
Coz I gotta get rinse to bounce and maintain
Rock the microphone like John Wayne
Hey, boss we're laying it down
Holler with the rinsing sound yah yah
B Live in Brand new with the rinse
Gotta gotta gotta get the garage fix
DJ my main man in the G
I'm the partner who called me b
Blinding fast and he who sold me
From the shit to the back can't hold me
I don't care if you're going to labour
Thump it loud and annoy your neighbour
B Live gonna bring the flavour
DJ gonna make the raver
You better cave her savour
Here the flavour
Don't trip and bust my flow
How you figure
Brain like a barrel
Gonna pull the trigger
Flowin and its gonna getting bigger and
bigger
Pull the trigger till you getta
And gonna kill a turn rave jigger
Pave the way
Grab the mic
Bust the rhyme
Get the girl
Grab the cash
And dash
Through the exit door
I'm all to the 'core
Apon the dance floor
Shorty's gonna live gonna live by
Shorty's gonna live gonna live my way
B Live buss' DJ |
