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nappy roots - live & die lyrics

[intro]
uhh, that’s right
uhh, know what it is

[verse 1]
i remember mixtape exclusive, no name producers
you wasn’t hot til’ you sold by all boosters
run up in the chicken coop, corner the rooster
we used to call that “jammin the chickens”
them the old days, god d-mnit i miss ’em
we was rappin ‘for we knew what it was
we was rappin for a reason to cuss
now i just rap cause i’m f-ckin in love with it
kinda shy guy, so i had to go public with it
hip-hop and fish scales and a blue g wedding
had twins called h-ll and heaven
n-body really knows when they watchin a legend, til’ he gone
til’ y’all kingdome come, in god’s name
come back like christ and demand for his throne
rock oil on floatin cologne
that’s why these feel so b-tches can’t leave me alone, i’m gone

[hook]
yuh, i live and die for this sh-t
hip-hop, the love of my life
ha, uh, i live and die for this sh-t
hip-hop, the love of my life
ha, uh, i live and die for this sh-t
hip-hop, the love of my life
yuh, uh, i live and die for this sh-t
d-mn straight, i’ma ride for my b-tch, ha

[verse 2]
yuh, and i do what i gotta
live for this sh-t, and i prolly die bout it
time to switch it up, the game done got too crowded
all you n-gg-s jukin and jivin, i doubt it
dealin this and killin that, lame sound childish
the only trap is in ya brain, n-gg- snap outta it
ain’t nothin wrong, bein smart, black, and proud of it
we all came a long way, we got a thousand miles to get, sh-t
but ain’t i allowed to vent?
we need more cuttin in, but still they sound a bit like whoever
got it in, probably out now
welcome to the city of men, it’s goin downtown
but i am from a part of the slum, where the hustle is brung
where they think that success wouldn’t come
i am hip-hop, and it’s strictly the song
profess all the molds, i’m coming second-to-none
i’m hollin’

[verse 3]
yeah, they figured hip-hop’s a fad, it would die out quick
but it spread like wild fires, got the whole world lit
can’t stop boppin they head, they b-mpin our sh-t
b.g.’s to germany, got ’em pumpin they fists
got soldiers all over, gettin crunk in this b-tch
shoot up the charts with number one hits
shoot up the club, with a full clip
how you like us now? the whole world til’ i dig, yeah
hip-hop, the love of my life, my girl, my b-tch
my wife, my soul-mate, without her i’m sick
tie the knot, jump the roo, we a perfect fit
no pre-nump, she was with me before i was rich
we fell in love when we was just kids
and see no love lasts as long as this
til’ death do us part, god forbid we split
let nothin break this relationship

- nappy roots lyrics

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