Live Wires Connect

Keith Murray, UGK and oh my Lord Jamar<br><br>Intro/Chorus: Lord Jamar<br><br>The east to the west<br>Up north to the down south<br>Live wires connect<br>So if you swangin on thangs<br> (Keith Murray, UGK and oh my Lord Jamar)<br>or down to gangbang, or waitin on the train<br>It`s still the same thang<br>*repeat*<br><br>[Bun B]<br>You cut your mind and your body with the rhyme and the shotty<br>Go and find me or hidin, with wine and Bacardi<br>Get down like John Gotti then I gotta get lost<br>I`m gone in the wind<br>My momma keep on tellin me there`s Bun in the sin<br>I guess I`m hell-bound destined<br>to learn my lesson, sess in my chestin<br>It burn but I keep on puffin, no bluffin<br>They don`t call me Big Bun for nothin<br>No homeboys you come dead, well put em to rest<br>Bumba clocks em all dead, wit two in his chest<br>Botty bwoy you come dead, and if in all die<br>Will you run dead em again? Well go on buddy let em fly<br>That`s how it is in my city, and your city<br>sir it gets no pretti-er just more gritty<br>per capita, all around<br>>From the five boroughs on down to the mighty Bro town<br><br>Chorus<br><br>[Lord Jamar]<br>Now watch this current rock it current for a sentence<br>for a triple homicide, cripple any drama that reside in the mind<br>of those livin outside of my stateline<br>Let em know we all the same kind<br>with the same crimes, catchin the same time, which translates to hang time<br>Organised gangs slangin dime<br>Lord Jamar is black G-zuz, I sees this<br>everywhere I go, brothers hustlin to make the doe<br>Fast or slow, ya wanna see your cash grow<br>like grass, but meanwhile take a blast of the el<br>and let the smell resonate, never hesitate<br>when it comes to puttin food on your plate<br>Devise schemes by all means<br>Like a sunrise when it beams, keep your eyes on the CREAM<br>Live Wires on the team Connect, get respect for they realness<br>I know you feel this<br><br>Chorus<br><br>[??????]<br>Uhh, now who that tryin ta claim they be thumpin<br>That`s only when your funky little fake tape be bumpin<br>You can catch a square and get done unfair<br>because aah, I`ll be there, I`ll be right there<br>Cocoa butter, got that, make em all for<br>Real life hustler movie maker, I know how y`all feel<br>But long as I`m alive I`ma do the right thing<br>and block out this stress my past criminal life might bring<br>The only way I use to nip it in the bud<br>was ta try and put some bullets in some of you joker`s guts<br>I got victims, G it ain`t about the face you make<br>It`s all about the place you take between yourself and snakes<br>Now everybody open up your arms for the cocoa-<br>Mr.Former Football Player-ex drug dealer-gold digger-<br>killer with scrilla, they be missin me with the bomb breakin<br>Cos I gets busy like no cornwheat<br><br>Chorus<br><br>[Pimp C]<br>I`m tryin ta stack paper, these pigs can`t stand me<br>It`s all about my family, it`s all about my candy<br>It`s all about the crush, all about the feelin good<br>All about the rush, all about us, the first family<br>Somethin that a young fool never really planned to be<br>but funny situations, do bring change<br>and young fools do out here in this wicked game<br>That`s how I`m gon` starve when fools eatin steak<br>Man, I can`t stop now, too much money out here to make<br>Now you could turn your nose up and you can suck your teeth<br>but I gotta get this money, ain`t nobody gonna get it for me<br>And I might have to do shady things<br>Stick up kid all out, no shame<br>Run your rings, ear ring in change<br>Don`t make me give it to ya cos it ain`t no thang<br>I do it for the glory man, cuff the thangs<br>I gotta let em hang, I`m stuck in `87 tryin to regain my brain<br>Too many undercovers know my name<br>A phone line like fire cos I`m a live wire<br><br>Chorus<br><br>[Keith Murray]<br>Who is this with malicious onslaughts?<br>Keith Murray, UGK and oh my Lord Jamar<br>And we bustin on all you losers<br>Ridin twenty-deep in two black Land Cruisers<br>Recognise or get paralysed with the drum<br>Where I`m from they promise you a fair one, then blast you with the gun<br>And everybody standin around like it`s funny<br>Junior L.O.D pickin your pockets for your money<br>The checkered, I slide off and make a funky record about it<br>No more than four minutes and some seconds<br>And live wire connected, from my peoples on the street who respect it<br>and the jeeps, hoopties, Benz and Lexus<br>My squad stretches from New York to Portland to Texas<br>Let`s see who`s next to test this<br>Some herbs, ready to get their heads served<br>to the hard curb......<br><br>Chorus