[Charlemagne] 

Yeah, Charlemagne presents (N.E.) another butta joint 

I've done it again 

Live It Up Part 2, you know how I do 

Mista Voo, A-Butta, L-Swift 



[L-Swift] 

Aiyyo, we tryin to Live it Up, gin in my cup 

While you all in my grill, slip in the cut 

Don't fall but it spill 

My niggas A and Voo call (What the deal) 

Yo we the three wise men, tryin to be rich before I'm three times ten 

You don't need to try to be my friend 

Nigga we self-contained, your self to blame, I shelter the pain 

Northeast Bronx never the same, remain smokin 

In East I'm wildin it out, in the West we straight locin 

I peep you hidin out in your vest, get blazed open 

Proceed to get high till the death and make potion 

I need to just lie to the rest and lay scopin 

Get sixteen cats on the train wit eight tokens 

Yo the crew you run wit ain't willin to scrap wit you 

Get Philly's and macs wit you, they spillin your ? 

Spittin the gat wit you, easily-shared portions 

Before I shoot, I stick my tongue out like Air Jordan 

From here to Boston Massachusetts, one two 

I think I lost one, I blast my music, receive my cash and recoup it 

You know the rundown so hold your gun down 

I roll a blunt now, control my funds now so what now 



(Word up son, we gon' live it up) 



[A-Butta] 

Yo yo, I still get high from NY to Puerto Rico 

Anthony Cruz, A-Butta that's my altar ego 

Call your peoples, let em know about the Elements show 

I still stick hoes wit legs thicker than Jennifer Lo 

Gallons of Hennesy flow 

Through my veins and my brains ain't functionin right 

No need to explain, we fuckin tonight 

I slide in a slut, and I got a nine in your gut 

My mind is corrupt, yup I'm tryin livin it up 

In the bus on my way to Riker's Island in cuffs 

Speedin, leavin life in the dust 

And when I fuck, I'm on some freak shit, ice on my nuts 

Believe it, my NE click, rip through the skin like strays 

Plant ? chicks drip when I spit my phrase 

Fo' my Elements fam and the rest of the clan 

Oh I, respect my fans that step in the jam 

Wit my fitted cap tilted to the back, L in my hand 

Sippin 'Nac, gettin wet as I can 

Fallin out, shit is all about money and moves, they crunk ya'll 

Buck fifty-one numbin my tongue, I'm drunk ya'll 

Is you wit me? Then come on ya'll, let's go 



[Chorus: Mr. Voodoo (A-Butta)] 

Word up, so yo open your ears, listen up 

Twist one up, fill your cup, hydro! 

(Twist it up and if you know) Like I know 

(You'll be livin it up) Word up 

So yo, open your ears, listen up 

Twist one up, fill your cup, hyrdo! 

(Twist it up and if you know) Like I know 

(You'll be livin it up) 



[Mr. Voodoo] 

I murder things like Serbs under Maloshavits [Rakim] ("Think about it") 

Till we all rockin furs like we Bolsheviks 

Me and my associates, forever radiating glow 

Is supposed to shit, ya'll ain't know 

The M-O, my grammar's in lock, ammo is stocked 

Hammer is cocked, the damagin rock, measure wit cameras and clocks 

Who make the planet rock, ya'll know can't eat, we say 

The go-to man like the center in the NBA 

My DNA, got a pistol ? 

Rappers gettin claps like they was bonin a dirty whore 

It's a dirty chore when it's time to flip 

I got the black tape on the trigger, the hammer in the grip 

I'm clappin at kids, abandon your ship 

Take it to trial, get a slap on the wrist 

I'm cappin the Cris but celebrate like a crooked capitalist 

We elevate, look kid nobody rappin like this 



[Chorus]