Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Live Enough, artist - Styles of Beyond. Album song Megadef, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 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. |