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letra de live it up pt. 2 - tommy boy black label

tommy boy black label ft. natural elements – “live it up pt. 2”
[emcee(s): l-swift, a-b-tta, and mr. voodoo]
[producer(s): charlemagne]

[intro: l-swift]
alright. n.e

[verse 1: l-swift]
yo, yo, we trying to
live it up, ging in my cup while you’re all in my grill
slip in the cut, don’t fall but it spill. my n-ggas
a and voo called (what the deal?). yo, we’re the three wis-m-n
trying to be rich before i’m three times ten
you don’t need to try to be my friend—n-gga, we’re self-contained
yourself to blame, i’ll shelter the pain
northeast bronx never the same, remain smoking
in east, i’m wilding it out. in the west, we’re straight locing
i peep you hiding out and your vest get blazed open
proceed to get high to the death and make potions
i need to just slide to the rest and lay scoping, get
sixteen cats on the train with eight tokens, yo
the crew you run with ain’t willing to scr-p with you
get phillies and macs with you, they’re spilling your fat tissue
yo, i’m spitting the gat issue, evenly share portions
before i shoot, i stick my tongue out like air jordan
from here to boston, m-ssachusetts, one, two, i think
i lost one. i’ll blast my music, receive my cash
and recoup it. you know the rundown, so hold your gun down
i’ll roll a blunt now, control my funds now, so what now?

[interlude 1: a-b-tta]
word up, son, we gon’ live it up

[verse 2: a-b-tta]
yo, i’ll still get high
from ny to puerto rico. anthony cruz
a-b-tta? that’s my alter ego. call your peoples
let ‘em know about the elements show. i’ll still stick hoes
with legs thicker than jennifer lo. gallons of hennessey flow
through my veins and my brains ain’t functioning right
no need to explain, we’re f-cking tonight. i’ll slide
in a sl-t and i got a 9 in your gut. my mind
is corrupt, yup, i’m trying to liven it up
in a bus on my way to riker’s island in cuffs
speeding, leaving life in the dust, and when i f-ck, i’m on
some freak sh-t, ice on my nuts—believe it. my n.-
-e. clique rip through your skin like strays
planned teen chicks drip when i spit my phrase for my
elements fam and the rest of the clan. oh, i
respect my fans that step in the jam
with my fitted cap tilt to the back, l in my hand
sipping ‘nac, getting wet as i can, falling out
sh-t, it’s all about money and moves. get crunk, y’all
buck fifty-one numbing my tongue, i’m drunk y’all
is you with me? then come on, y’all. let’s go

[hook: mr. voodoo, (l-swift), and {a-b-tta}] (x2)
word up, so, yo
open your ears (uh huh), listen up (yeah)
twist one up (uh huh), fill your cup
(hydro!) {twist it up, and if you know}
(like i know), {you’ll be living it up}

[verse 3: mr. voodoo]
i murder things like
serbs under milošević (“think about it” – sample from rakim on eric b. & rakim – “i know you got soul”)
‘til we’re all rocking furs like we’re bolsheviks
me and my -ssociates forever radiating
glow—we’re supposed to—sh-t, y’all ain’t know? the m.-
-o.: my grammar’s in lock, ammo is stocked, hammer is
c-cked to damage and rot feds with cameras and cops. who make
the planet rock? y’all know who can—need we say? the go-
-to man like a center in the nba. my d-
-na got a pistol’s curvature, rappers
getting claps like they was born in a dirty wh0r-. it’s a
dirty ch0r-—when it’s time to flip, i got the black
tape on the trigger, the hammer, and the grip. i’m clapping
at kids—abandon your ship. take it to trial
get a slap on the wrist. i’m capping it crisp but celebrate
like a crooked capitalist. we elevate
look, kid. n0body rapping like this

[hook: mr. voodoo, (l-swift), and {a-b-tta}] (x4)
word up, so, yo
open your ears (uh huh), listen up (yeah)
twist one up (uh huh), fill your cup
(hydro!) {twist it up, and if you know}
(like i know), {you’ll be living it up}

- tommy boy black label

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