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letra de live and die for hip hop (dj clark kent mix) - kris kross

well n-gg- roll me a mic and let me smoke it til’ i’m high
if you ever seen me rock then you know that i
live and die for the things i do
slang i use, breakin’ down mics, and destroyin’ crews. (2x)
i devoted my whole life to rockin’ mics gettin crowds lifted
put my pants on backwards cause i wanted to be different
i keeps’em with a crease
tom peeps bernarducci
house full of honies sportin’ gucci cuttin’ coochie
i’m the man, girlfriend, luxury i swim
macadocious to the most brown s-x and slim
setter of trends, known for making dividends
and millions of people jump, jump, jump, jump…
who choose to be the next n-gg- to step and get deleted by def
undefeated it ain’t no thang to put that body to rest
chest filled with smoke
yolkin’ n-gg-s up by the collar
follow me cuz my dollars makin’ more cents than common
robbin’ you for your money and your diamonds
endangerin’ your species
more than a woman like the bee gees
no remorse steady smokin’ plenty gr-ss (let it go)
and let da brat commence to be the baddest ho
nothin’ but a c big party (twelve until)
see i’m the daddy of the mack and at the top of world i chill
keep it real
my field of work consists of that
thuggish -ss n-gg-s sayin’, “where they keep that pistol at?”
my life i wouldn’t trade it
to me it’s nothin’ better than wakin’ up when i wanna
sportin’ jay boogie leather
autographs, bubble baths, five star hotels
rollin’ wit’ a click super thick
and everybody gettin’ meals
take off the safety, face me
gun powder chowder for real
the last n-gg- figured to ever make it off the hill
but still rhymes rock like c-ke that smoke
and i’m in effect with a mac that got a infrared scope
smackin’ those actin’ tough as tinactin
fall up in yo hood increase your brain with the mac-10
stacked ends, seventeens on the benz, and burner by my thigh
in case these n-gg-s wan’ die
ooooh somethin’ tells me
it’s that soso def feel
i want you to feel me
my whole thang is to get inside your body
i run game like my name was john gotti
hittin’ hookshots like vlade
and n-gg-s around my way call me little liberace
a lady lover like no other
and i be lethal with my weapon so they call me danny glover
now who keep it hot?
(we do.)
see so so def ain’t nothin’ but a fool–ss crew

- kris kross

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