Live And Die For Hip Hop

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I devoted my whole life to rockin' mics gettin' crowds lifted

Put my pants on backwards 'cause I wanted to be different

I keeps 'em with a crease, timepiece Bertolucci

House full of honeys sportin' Gucci, cuttin' coochie

I'm the man, girlfriend, luxury I swim

Macadocious to the most, brown, sexy, slim

Setter of trends, known for making dividends

And millions of people jump, jump, jump, jump...

Now who choose to be the next nigga to step, get deleted by Def

Undefeated, ain't no thang to put that body to rest

Chest filled with smoke, yolkin' niggas up by the collar

Follow me 'cause my dollars makin' more sense than Common

Robbin' you for your money and your diamonds

Endangerin' your species

More Than A Woman like The Bee Gees

No remorse, steady smokin' plenty grass (let it go)

And let Da Brat commence to be the baddest hoe

Well, baby, roll me a mic and let me smoke 'til I'm high

If you ever seen me rock then you know that I

Live and die for the things I do

Slang I use, breakin' down mics, and destroyin' crews

Yachts is by the sea, big party (twelve until)

See I'm the Daddy of the Mack and at the top of world

I chill, keep it real

My field of work consists of that

Thuggish ass niggas sayin', "Where they keep that pistol at?" (My life)

I wouldn't trade it, to me, it's nothin' better

Wakin' up when I wanna, sportin' Jay Boogie leather

Autographs, bubble baths, five-star hotels

Rollin' wit' a click super thick and everybody's gettin' mail

Take off the safety and face me

Gun powder chowder for real

The last nigga figured to ever make it off the hill

But still rhymes rock like coke that smoke

And I'm in effect with a Tec that got a infrared scope

Smackin' those actin' tough as Tinactin

Fall up in yo' hood increase your brain with the Mac-10

Stack ends, seventeens on the Benz

And burner by my thigh in case these niggas wan' die

Oh ooh, something tells me

We got it goin' on, we're turnin' ya on

It's that So So Def...

I want you to feel me

My whole thang is to get inside your body

I run game like my name was John Gotti

Hittin' hook shots like Vlade

And niggas around my way call me Little Liberace

A lady lover like no other

And I be lethal with my weapon so they call me Danny Glover

Now who keep it hot? (We Do.)

See, So So Def ain't nothin' but a fool-ass crew