featuring Keith Murray, Lord Jamar



Keith Murray, UGK and oh my Lord Jamar



Intro/Chorus: Lord Jamar



The east to the west

Up north to the down south

Live wires connect

So if you swangin on thangs

(Keith Murray, UGK and oh my Lord Jamar)

or down to gangbang, or waitin on the train

It's still the same thang

*repeat*



[Bun B]

You cut your mind and your body with the rhyme and the shotty

Go and find me or hidin, with wine and Bacardi

Get down like John Gotti then I gotta get lost

I'm gone in the wind

My momma keep on tellin me there's Bun in the sin

I guess I'm hell-bound destined

to learn my lesson, sess in my chestin

It burn but I keep on puffin, no bluffin

They don't call me Big Bun for nothin

No homeboys you come dead, well put em to rest

Bumba clocks em all dead, wit two in his chest

Botty bwoy you come dead, and if in all die

Will you run dead em again? Well go on buddy let em fly

That's how it is in my city, and your city

sir it gets no pretti-er just more gritty

per capita, all around

>From the five boroughs on down to the mighty Bro town



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[Lord Jamar]

Now watch this current rock it current for a sentence

for a triple homicide, cripple any drama that reside in the mind

of those livin outside of my stateline

Let em know we all the same kind

with the same crimes, catchin the same time, which translates to hang time

Organised gangs slangin dime

Lord Jamar is black G-zuz, I sees this

everywhere I go, brothers hustlin to make the doe

Fast or slow, ya wanna see your cash grow

like grass, but meanwhile take a blast of the el

and let the smell resonate, never hesitate

when it comes to puttin food on your plate

Devise schemes by all means

Like a sunrise when it beams, keep your eyes on the CREAM

Live Wires on the team Connect, get respect for they realness

I know you feel this



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[??????]

Uhh, now who that tryin ta claim they be thumpin

That's only when your funky little fake tape be bumpin

You can catch a square and get done unfair

because aah, I'll be there, I'll be right there

Cocoa butter, got that, make em all for

Real life hustler movie maker, I know how y'all feel

But long as I'm alive I'ma do the right thing

and block out this stress my past criminal life might bring

The only way I use to nip it in the bud

was ta try and put some bullets in some of you joker's guts

I got victims, G it ain't about the face you make

It's all about the place you take between yourself and snakes

Now everybody open up your arms for the cocoa-

Mr.Former Football Player-ex drug dealer-gold digger-

killer with scrilla, they be missin me with the bomb breakin

Cos I gets busy like no cornwheat



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[Pimp C]

I'm tryin ta stack paper, these pigs can't stand me

It's all about my family, it's all about my candy

It's all about the crush, all about the feelin good

All about the rush, all about us, the first family

Somethin that a young fool never really planned to be

but funny situations, do bring change

and young fools do out here in this wicked game

That's how I'm gon' starve when fools eatin steak

Man, I can't stop now, too much money out here to make

Now you could turn your nose up and you can suck your teeth

but I gotta get this money, ain't nobody gonna get it for me

And I might have to do shady things

Stick up kid all out, no shame

Run your rings, ear ring in change

Don't make me give it to ya cos it ain't no thang

I do it for the glory man, cuff the thangs

I gotta let em hang, I'm stuck in '87 tryin to regain my brain

Too many undercovers know my name

A phone line like fire cos I'm a live wire



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[Keith Murray]

Who is this with malicious onslaughts?

Keith Murray, UGK and oh my Lord Jamar

And we bustin on all you losers

Ridin twenty-deep in two black Land Cruisers

Recognise or get paralysed with the drum

Where I'm from they promise you a fair one, then blast you with the gun

And everybody standin around like it's funny

Junior L.O.D pickin your pockets for your money

The checkered, I slide off and make a funky record about it

No more than four minutes and some seconds

And live wire connected, from my peoples on the street who respect it

and the jeeps, hoopties, Benz and Lexus

My squad stretches from New York to Portland to Texas

Let's see who's next to test this

Some herbs, ready to get their heads served

to the hard curb......



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