Artist: Gucci Mane f/ Swizz Beatz Album: The Appeal: Georgia's Most Wanted Song: It's Alive Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [Intro: Swizz Beatz] One-two one-two one-two one-two, BURRR! This... is special, GUCCI~! It's Gucci! (Gucci! Gucci!) That's what you need huh, right? {*echoes*} Ladies and gentleman (SHOWTIME!) [Chorus: Swizz Beatz] My pocket on swoll, my rims on chrome When I hit the club, everything goes Bottles in the air, put your lighters in the air But when I'm in here, I don't really care Cause I ride on 'em (plus) I style on 'em (yes) I lean on 'em (yes) I flash on 'em (yeah!) I know, that's the way you like it huh? Yeah, that's the way you love me huh? [Gucci Mane] It's alive, it's alive, rims killed the eyes I had to bring the bitch back like Frankenstein I push weight, but Gucci don't exercise I get extra from whippin up extra pies I'm in the hood like the mayor 'round election time Here's a suggestion, don't park your car next to mine I'ma start when the light hit, I'm 'posed to shine Your flow is garbage, they let me out just in time They got a section, but none of the hoes are fine They need to exit, don't let the grind pass you by I run laps 'round lames with my shoes untied I jumped the line, walk in, and watch the crowd divide Still stuck outside, that's the ugly side Looked Medusa in the eye, and Medusa died This is top secret shit, classified Don't blame me, Swizz was the mastermind Can't breathe, can't breathe, Toni Braxton time I got my chain moonwalkin Michael Jackson time I keep on buyin ice like I lost my mind This bloodline of mine is supposed to shine [Chorus] [Gucci Mane] Hurry up, hurry up, Gucci on the news They say he walked out the jail rockin stupid jewels They try and find out what it do, made that too confused Too much cash on me, hundreds fallin out me, true Big yellow wrists, brightest piece, bitch I'm the shit Big Gucci called Swizz, let's make a hit Two things in this world I ain't ever seen Are you a foreigner nigga? I need to help me get me me Well if your stomach can not tote it baby, let me breathe Cause I don't check nothin but paper, bitch chasin me Excuse my French but bitch I'm Gucci, I'm so fuckin gutter It don't make no sense to switch for none of these motherfuckers [Chorus] [Swizz Beatz] Somebody said... my life was it I said nah dog, my wife is it Now I'm back back on 'em like I never never left Plus the boy right here I'm fresh to death WOOO-EEEE~! Christians on my feet You see, I came far from Suzuki jeeps ... Now I'm jumpin off decks Don't worry about the haters, they gon' be upset And, the black card in my back pocket The corner sag, is lookin like a skeeter rocket Yeah, I'm zoomin on the highway And you should love me, I did it my way [Chorus] [Outro] Ladies and gentlemen! Right... oh! Ladies and gentlemen...