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letra de live and die for hip hop - kris kross

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1, 2, 1, 2, uh
ah, 1, 2, 1, 2
mic check 1, 2, 1, 2
1, 2, 1, 2, uh
1, 2, 1, 2
mic check 1, 2, 1, 2

[verse 1: mack daddy]
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, timepiece bertolucci
house full of honeys sportin’ gucci, cuttin’ coochie
i’m the man, girlfriend, luxury i swim
macadocious to the most, brown, s-xy, slim
setter of trends, known for making dividends
and millions of people jump, jump, jump, jump…

[verse 2: da brat]
now who choose to be the next n-gga to step, get deleted by def
undefeated, ain’t no thang to put that body to rest
chest filled with smoke, yolkin’ n-ggas up by the collar
follow me ’cause my dollars makin’ more sense 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 hoe

[chorus 2x: mack daddy & da brat]
well, baby, roll me a mic and let me smoke ’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

[verse 3: daddy mack]
yachts is by the sea, 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-ggas sayin’, “where they keep that pistol at?” (my life)
i wouldn’t trade it, to me, it’s nothin’ better
wakin’ up when i wanna, sportin’ jay boogie leather
autographs, bubble baths, five-star hotels
rollin’ wit’ a cl!ck super thick and everybody’s gettin’ mail

[verse 4: mr. black]
take off the safety and face me
gun powder chowder for real
the last n-gga figured to ever make it off the hill
but still rhymes rock like c0ke that smoke
and i’m in effect with a tec that got a infrared scope
smackin’ those actin’ tough as tinactin
fall up in yo’ hood increase your brain with the mac-10
stack ends, seventeens on the benz
and burner by my thigh in case these n-ggas wan’ die

[chorus: daddy mack & mr. black]

[bridge: aaliyah]
oh ooh, something tells me
we got it goin’ on, we’re turnin’ ya on
it’s that so so def…

[verse 5: jermaine dupri]
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’ hook shots like vlade
and n-ggas 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

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