Artist: Nappy Roots Album: The Pursuit of Nappyness Song: Live & Die Typed by: r0llinlacs@yahoo.com, craig.bowen@gmail.com (Intro, Fish Scales) Uhh, that's right Uhh, know what it is (Verse 1, Fish Scales) I remember mixtape exclusive, no name producers You wasn't hot til' you sold by all boosters Run up in the chicken coop, corner the rooster We used to call that "jammin the chickens" Them the old days, god damnit I miss 'em We was rappin 'for we knew what it was We was rappin for a reason to cuss Now I just rap cause I'm fuckin in love with it Kinda shy guy, so I had to go public with it Hip-hop and Fish Scales and a blue-jean wedding Had twins called Hell and Heaven Nobody really knows when they watchin a legend, til' he gone Til' y'all kingdome come, in God's name Come back like Christ and demand for his throne Rock oil, I don't fuck with cologne That's why these neo-soul bitches can't leave me alone, I'm gone (Hook, Skinny DeVille) Yuh, I live and die for this shit Hip-hop, the love of my life Ha, uh, I live and die for this shit Hip-hop, the love of my life Ha, uh, I live and die for this shit Hip-hop, the love of my life Yuh, uh, I live and die for this shit Damn straight, I'ma ride for my bitch, ha (Verse 2, Skinny DeVille) Yuh, and I do what I gotta Live for this shit, and I prolly die bout it Time to switch it up, the game done got too crowded All you niggas shuckin and jivin, I doubt it Dealin this and killin that, lame sound childish The only trap is in ya brain, nigga snap outta it Ain't nothin wrong, bein smart, black, and proud of it We all came a long way, we got a thousand miles to get, shit But ain't I allowed to vent? we need more cuttin in, but still they sound a bit like whoever Got a hit and probably out now Welcome to the city of men, it's goin downtown But I am from a part of the slum, where the hustle is brung Where they think that success wouldn't come I am hip-hop, and a student to some Professor to most, I'm coming second-to-none, I'm hollin' (Hook, Skinny DeVille) Yuh, I live and die for this shit Hip-hop, the love of my life Ha, uh, I live and die for this shit Hip-hop, the love of my life Ha, uh, I live and die for this shit Hip-hop, the love of my life Yuh, uh, I live and die for this shit Damn straight, I'ma ride for my bitch (verse 3, Ron Clutch) Yeah, they figured hip-hop's a fad, it would die out quick But it spread like wild fires, got the whole world lit Can't stop boppin they head, they bumpin our shit B.G.'s to germany, got 'em pumpin they fists Got soldiers all over, gettin crunk in this bitch Shoot up the charts with number one hits Shoot up the club, with a full clip How you like us now? The whole world's on our dick, yeah Hip-hop, the love of my life, my girl, my bitch My wife, my soul-mate, without her I'm sick Tie the knot, jump the broom, we a perfect fit No pre-nup, she was with me before I was rich We fell in love when we was just kids And see no love lasts as long as this Til' death do us part, God forbid we split Let nothin break this relationship