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gigan - live wirez (remix) lyrics

gigan – “live wirez (remix)”
[emcee(s): gigan]
[producer(s): x-ray da mindbenda]

[verse 1: gigan]
i don’t
know what you heard. the snakes’ll fly through the stakes
so high that it spit foam after guzzling jack daniel
robbing a clique, professional thorough, some livewire
sh-t, cheech and chong styles, smoking trees thai’d to
the stick, and y’all brothers stressing them jeans. what you know
about banana republic shirts with roaches on the chest and the
sleeves? pretty thugs getting packs into queens, black
ready to pull back, packed with jacks in the seams. ain’t
bugging, the broads loving it, flock, so you’re persuaded nonstop
like throwing winks, bumping [?], circle
the block [?], black-polish shines [?]
[?]
[?] for this green, of course
old-timers stay saying, “that n-gga clean”
[?] with extra bands on the shelf or the [?]
pendant that’s eighty grands by itself, twenty-four-inch
figaro a buck 50 grand, stand out for delf, so every
now when i’m drunk and p-ssy, my mans give me elk
when it’s war, thrash you in brown flags, black grounds
with a t-ssel, pa. right now, i’ma ask you:

[hook: gigan]
and what y’all know about really getting live or what?
and what y’all know about really getting fly or what?
and what y’all know about really getting high or what?
step aside, watch live wires tie this up
and what y’all know about really getting fly or what?
and what y’all know about really getting high or what?
and what y’all know about really getting live or what?
step aside, watch live wires tie this up

[verse 2: gigan]
what y’all know about the timb ox with no socks straight through khaki
shorts, white l.l.bean shirt with burgundy dots, walkman
bumping [?]
[?]
[?] for my fellow man, all women, 16k
bezel with the leather band. then again, it’s [?]
on stage, grabbing a 24k [?]
diamond on the twelve-hand over the onyx face. f-ck it
i ain’t gonna buy nothing if i can’t steal it, ain’t
stealing nothing if i can’t feel it. for real, it’s the ghetto
in me, settling beef, metal when i squeeze. what y’all
know about getting through felonies in these streets?
it’s a man’s world [?]. now death
comes in suits, devil dukes blowing with the fiend
[?] peep the john doe on your team. for now, i’ll
float on like the flow that’s honking on at the queen—that means
that the king know jail, and now master the driver
with a king-sized while rolling an l. ain’t
hard balance to wear what you need, window crack fan the debris
without spilling the trees, is y’all feeling the st–z?

[hook: gigan] (x2)
and what y’all know about really getting live or what?
and what y’all know about really getting fly or what?
and what y’all know about really getting high or what?
step aside, watch live wires tie this up
and what y’all know about really getting fly or what?
and what y’all know about really getting high or what?
and what y’all know about really getting live or what?
step aside, watch live wires tie this up

- gigan lyrics

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