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quelle chris - we want it alive lyrics

[verse 1]
we don’t want it
we don’t want it dead
we want it alive
rappers apart you don’t own no
learn to get love by giving love
let that stick to your body like fish fry
n-gg-s be wanna tear you from limb to limb
i’m just trying to come out on top like [?]
end up strung out like mandolin
got people banking on me
i need to provide
be d-mned if i go back to 9 to 5
if every day is a fight then i’ll roll the dope
brace the storm, my n-gg- hard to k!ll
let it rain in the cup till it overflow
runneth over and flood the block
only average n-gg-s okay with broke
gonna roll out the carpet might as well make it red

[chorus]
we don’t want it dead
we want it alive
we don’t want it dead
we want it alive
we don’t want it dead
we want it alive
we don’t want it dead
we want it alive (alive)

[verse 2]
i’m finally hip, i finally arrived
i’ma buy me a clip
for my family ties
i’m gonna write me a script, then light me a spliff
’cause i’m calling it quits
on this 9 to 5
bought a ticket to cali, yo my n-gg-s is ready
it’s the season finale
no more eating at rally’s
they scared of my rhyme book like it’s haunted inside
but we don’t want it dead
we want it alive
we more surprised when n-gg-s immortalized
they’re not (no no) then call them a liar
best two out of three, i’m scoring a five
run any corner i’m on, i’m slaughtering rhymes
calling up the coroner, the morgue’s full of foreigners
who went to war with us
and who were floored when they saw that we were warriors
now their family mourning them
every morning i’m warning them
we don’t want them dead
we want them alive
tell em behave, we ain’t all for that shuck and that jive
tucking the chain
we ain’t buying that bucket of live
from these jiggaboo n-gg-s bugging their eyes

[chorus]
we don’t want it dead
we want ’em alive
we don’t want it dead
we want it alive
we don’t want it dead
we want it alive
we don’t want it dead
we want it alive
we don’t want it dead
we want it alive
we don’t want it dead
we want it alive
we don’t want it dead
we want it alive
we don’t want it dead
we want it alive

[verse 3]
master of ceremonies that’s black
stiff a little boss
he felonious in the soul of a track
dressed like them cats from coney
trophy jacket to patch
tender onus know as
like the warriors back
cafe jack’s dubious to my prodigy
when it’s fact
the revolution was restored smoking
smoke a doobie with paps
let’s get it rolling
we gotta get paper or get a wrap
short stacks is a little pony, [?] bigger than ricks
so only throw me figures or land to marry my brides
burying hatchets, tan all my hides
smoke mary and vibe
see, we don’t want it dead
we want it alive
t-tty-fed, free-running, naked uncovered eyes
visionaire, so say eagle high chief
buddha got the wide don cheadle eye
for bad guys and state troopers
don’t be surprised no bye-byes just maneuvers
i leave rhymes for those left behind in the jewelers

[chorus]
we don’t want it dead
we want it alive
we don’t want it dead
we want it alive
we don’t want it dead
we want it alive
we don’t want it dead
we want it alive
we don’t want it dead
we want it alive
we don’t want it dead
we want it alive
we don’t want it dead
we want it alive

[outro]
take little microhits that way you get high
and say something weird

- quelle chris lyrics

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