UGK (Underground Kingz)

UGK (Underground Kingz) - Live Wires Connect lyrics

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Keith Murray, UGK and oh my Lord Jamar
 Intro/Chorus: Lord Jamar
 The east to the west
 Up north to the down south
 Live wires connect
 So if you swangin on thangs
 (Keith Murray, UGK and oh my Lord Jamar)
 or down to gangbang, or waitin on the train
 It's still the same thang
 *repeat*

 [Bun B]
 You cut your mind and your body with the rhyme and the shotty
 Go and find me or hidin, with wine and Bacardi
 Get down like John Gotti then I gotta get lost
 I'm gone in the wind
 My momma keep on tellin me there's Bun in the sin
 I guess I'm hell-bound destined
 to learn my lesson, sess in my chestin
 It burn but I keep on puffin, no bluffin
 They don't call me Big Bun for nothin
 No homeboys you come dead, well put em to rest
 Bumba clocks em all dead, wit two in his chest
 Botty bwoy you come dead, and if in all die
 Will you run dead em again? Well go on buddy let em fly
 That's how it is in my city, and your city
 sir it gets no pretti-er just more gritty
 per capita, all around
 >From the five boroughs on down to the mighty Bro town

 Chorus

 [Lord Jamar]
 Now watch this current rock it current for a sentence
 for a triple homicide, cripple any drama that reside in the mind
 of those livin outside of my stateline
 Let em know we all the same kind
 with the same crimes, catchin the same time, which translates to hang time
 Organised gangs slangin dime
 Lord Jamar is black G-zuz, I sees this
 everywhere I go, brothers hustlin to make the doe
 Fast or slow, ya wanna see your cash grow
 like grass, but meanwhile take a blast of the el
 and let the smell resonate, never hesitate
 when it comes to puttin food on your plate
 Devise schemes by all means
 Like a sunrise when it beams, keep your eyes on the CREAM
 Live Wires on the team Connect, get respect for they realness
 I know you feel this

 Chorus

 [??????]
 Uhh, now who that tryin ta claim they be thumpin
 That's only when your funky little fake tape be bumpin
 You can catch a square and get done unfair
 because aah, I'll be there, I'll be right there
 Cocoa butter, got that, make em all for
 Real life hustler movie maker, I know how y'all feel
 But long as I'm alive I'ma do the right thing
 and block out this stress my past criminal life might bring
 The only way I use to nip it in the bud
 was ta try and put some bullets in some of you joker's guts
 I got victims, G it ain't about the face you make
 It's all about the place you take between yourself and snakes
 Now everybody open up your arms for the cocoa-
 Mr.Former Football Player-ex drug dealer-gold digger-
 killer with scrilla, they be missin me with the bomb breakin
 Cos I gets busy like no cornwheat

 Chorus

 [Pimp C]
 I'm tryin ta stack paper, these pigs can't stand me
 It's all about my family, it's all about my candy
 It's all about the crush, all about the feelin good
 All about the rush, all about us, the first family
 Somethin that a young fool never really planned to be
 but funny situations, do bring change
 and young fools do out here in this wicked game
 That's how I'm gon' starve when fools eatin steak
 Man, I can't stop now, too much money out here to make
 Now you could turn your nose up and you can suck your teeth
 but I gotta get this money, ain't nobody gonna get it for me
 And I might have to do shady things
 Stick up kid all out, no shame
 Run your rings, ear ring in change
 Don't make me give it to ya cos it ain't no thang
 I do it for the glory man, cuff the thangs
 I gotta let em hang, I'm stuck in '87 tryin to regain my brain
 Too many undercovers know my name
 A phone line like fire cos I'm a live wire

 Chorus

 [Keith Murray]
 Who is this with malicious onslaughts?
 Keith Murray, UGK and oh my Lord Jamar
 And we bustin on all you losers
 Ridin twenty-deep in two black Land Cruisers
 Recognise or get paralysed with the drum
 Where I'm from they promise you a fair one, then blast you with the gun
 And everybody standin around like it's funny
 Junior L.O.D pickin your pockets for your money
 The checkered, I slide off and make a funky record about it
 No more than four minutes and some seconds
 And live wire connected, from my peoples on the street who respect it
 and the jeeps, hoopties, Benz and Lexus
 My squad stretches from New York to Portland to Texas
 Let's see who's next to test this
 Some herbs, ready to get their heads served
 to the hard curb......

 Chorus
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