Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Live Enough , by - Styles of Beyond. Song from the album Megadef, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 08.09.2003
Record label: Spytech
Song language: English
Live Enough |
| Yeah |
| Styles |
| Come on Click Click |
| Talk about sick shit |
| Fuck around |
| Uh Knock 'em out |
| Uh uh Line 'em up Let me tell you something |
| Suckers ain’t live enough |
| Let me tell you something |
| I won’t have no more |
| Come on Click Click Click Click |
| Talk about sick shit |
| Fuck around uh Knock 'em out |
| Line 'em up Let me tell you something |
| Suckers ain’t live enough |
| Let me tell you something |
| I won’t have no more |
| When I was a youngin' |
| Who would ever thought that |
| I’d be number one |
| Banging in your trunk fat |
| Beats for the grungie |
| Heat for the outsie |
| People in the back |
| Keeping it bouncing |
| R to the Y to the U Get up Get up Suckers ain’t live yet |
| Enoughs enough |
| You damn right |
| We changed for the better |
| And got back together |
| And locked rap |
| Surrender and drop that |
| Duck like you back in your bush |
| You wanna learn to battle |
| Start cracking them books |
| I’ve been sick from the jump |
| Dirty from the get go Six in the pump |
| Thirty in the clip load |
| Rip through a beat |
| Like butter in kill |
| Peep the last man shook |
| Yo We stutter and still |
| R-R-Ryu is too ill |
| Stop and think |
| You want some girl scout beats |
| Or some knocks and pins |
| Have it your way |
| I’ma stay dropping a flame |
| Blaze and pop insane shit |
| I never change |
| Chorus |
| Click Click |
| Talk about sick shit |
| Fuck around |
| Uh Knock 'em out |
| Uh uh Line 'em up Let me tell you something |
| Suckers ain’t live enough |
| Let me tell you something |
| I won’t have no more |
| Come on Click Click Click Click |
| Talk about sick shit |
| Fuck around uh Knock 'em out |
| Line 'em up Let me tell you something |
| Suckers ain’t live enough |
| Let me tell you something |
| I won’t have no more |
| Verse 2 (Tak) |
| So here we go again |
| The dopest if you noticed him |
| Hopefully I’m rolling with |
| The golden ounce I’m supposed to get |
| For flowin it Knowing when suckers ain’t live enough |
| Yet |
| Time’s up Line 'em up Till they buy enough crack |
| With your gold card razor |
| Shot the whole place up Snatch the face |
| Playing and remove the fake make up Stand on the edge with a mannequin head |
| Cram it with lead |
| And battle till you hand him his legs |
| I got a plan to get fed |
| Till my stamina ends |
| Crap in your Benz |
| Stomp with my lavender Timbs |
| Say you don’t even know |
| When the show is over |
| A lonely soldier |
| Grown for closure |
| A small time crook |
| On a stolen poster |
| That’s why I wrote a book on this rollercoaster |
| Now everybody move but they can’t even speak |
| The party rules of an outlaw that’ll handle your teeth |
| No tools can’t write |
| Can’t rap to a beat |
| Your O’douls getting sappy |
| You’re wacker then me How you gonna claim something that you never believe |
| The regular breed that tipsscales |
| Sell us some key |
| But under your sleeves |
| You fronting to whatever degree |
| The second you breathe |
| The element of the weapon you squeeze |
| Like click click clack clack |
| Tell you please |
| There ain’t nothing better then these raw delicacies |
| Come on Chorus |
| Click Click |
| Talk about sick shit |
| Fuck around |
| Uh Knock 'em out |
| Uh uh Line 'em up Let me tell you something |
| Suckers ain’t live enough |
| Let me tell you something |
| I won’t have no more |
| Come on Click Click Click Click |
| Talk about sick shit |
| Fuck around uh Knock 'em out |
| Line 'em up Let me tell you something |
| Suckers ain’t live enough |
| Let me tell you something |
| I won’t have no more |
| Verse 3 (Tak) |
| Yeah |
| Instead of running |
| I’ll walk instead |
| I remember growing up rocking Talking Heads |
| You may ask yourelf |
| How cool he is It’s just me fascination with the Human League |
| Verse 4 (Ryu) |
| Now I don’t know who said it and when |
| I’m not nice |
| Yeah right |
| That bitch never said it again |
| I play rough to the death |
| Enough respect |
| Let the slugs eject then |
| Come correct |
| My man Mic’s my best friend |
| Arm to the teeth |
| We settle beef together |
| Like identical twins |
| Oooh shit catch a bad one |
| Oh Can you imagine the pain of a .45 magnum |
| Bang. |