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Kris Kross
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Live and Die for Hip Hop - 1
One two one two unhhh one two one two mic check one two one two (MacDaddy) I devoted my whole life to rockin' mics Getting crowds lifted Put my pants on backwards cuz i wanted to be different I keeps em with a crease tom peeps bum to nucci House full of hunnies sportin' gucci Cuttin' coochie I'm the man girlfriend Luxury I swim Macadocious to the most Brown sex and slim State of uptrends Known for making dividends and millions of people jump jump jump jump (Da Brat) Now who choose to be the next nigga to step Get deleted by death Undefeated ain't no thang to put that body to rest Chest filled with smoke Yokin' niggas up by the collar Follow me cuz my dollars makin' more cents than common Robbin' you for yo money and yo diamonds Endangerin' yo species More than a women like the bee gees No remorse Steady smokin' plenty grass Let it go And let Da Brat commence to be the baddest hoe Well nigga roll me a mic and let me smoke til I'm high If you ever seen me rock Then you know that I- Live and die foe the thangs I do Slang I Use Breakin' down mics And destroyin' ya crew (DaddyMac) Nothin' but a C big party Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com (twelve until) See I'm the Daddy of the Mac and at the top of the world I chill keep it real My feela' work consists of that (a thuggish ass niggas sayin' way to keep 'em pissed) My life I wouldn't trade it to me it's nun better Wakin' up hen I wanna sportin' Jay-Boogie Leather Autographs (bubble baths five star hotels) Rollin' wit' a clique Supa thick and everybody gettin' well (Mr. Black) Take off the safety Face me Gun powder chowder for real The last nigga figga to ever make it off the hill But still Rhymes rock like Cope the smoke And I'm in effect Wit' a tech that got a infa-red scope Smackin' those actin' Tough as Tinactin Fall up in yo hood Increase yo brain with tha mack 10 Stacked N's 17s on the Benz And burn up on my thigh In case these niggas won die (Jermaine Dupri) I want ya to feel me My whole thang is to get inside yo body I run game like my name was John Gotti Hittin' hookshots like Vlade And niggas around my way call me little Liberace A lady lover Like no other And I be Lethal with my weapon so they call me Danny Glover Now who keep it hot (We do) See So So Deaf ain't nuthin' but a fool ass crew
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