Live And Die For Hip-hop Lyrics - Singles - Kriss Kross

Chorus: 

Well nigga* roll me a mic and let me smoke it til' I'm high if you ever seen me 

rock than you know that I- live and die for the things I do slang I use 

breakin' down mics and destroyin' crews. (2X) 

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1-2-1-2 unhh............ 1-2-1-2 mic check 1-2-1-2 

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1st Verse: Mack Daddy & Da Brat 

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

backwards caus' I wanted to be.... different. 

I keeps'em with a crease tom peeps burn to nucci, house full of hunnies 

sportin' gucci, cuttin' coochie. 

I'm the man girlfriend, luxury I swim macadocious to the most brown sex and 

slim, state of uptrends, known for making divedends and millions my people 

jump, jump, jump, jump. 

Who chose to be the next nigga to step get deleted by death undefeated ain't no 

thang to put that body to rest chest filled with smoke yokin' niggas up by the 

collar. Follow me 'cause my dollars makin' more cents than common. 

Robbin' you for your money and your diamonds endangerin' your species, 

more like a woman than the bee gees. 

No remorse steady smokin' plenty grass let it go and let Da Brat commence to be 

the baddest hoe. 

Chorus 

2nd Verse: Daddy Mack & Mr. Black 

Nothin' but a C big party (twelve until) see I'm the daddy of the mack and at 

the top of world I chill keep real, my feela' work consists of that (a thuggish 

ass niggas sayin' way to keep'em pissed) my life I wouldn't tread 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 clicc supa' thick 

and everybody gettin' well. 

Take off the safety face me gun powder chowder for real, the last nigga figga 

to ever make it off the hill with steel, rhymes rock like Cope the smoke and 

I'm in effect with a tech that got a infa-red scope. 

Smackin' those actin', tough as Tinactin, fall up in your hood increase your 

brain with the mack 10, stacked N's seventeen's on the benz and burn up on my 

thigh in case these niggas won die. 

Chorus 

Oooooooooooohhhhhhhh........ Someone tell me......... we got it goin' 

on...... I'm tellin' y'all (it's that SoSo Def) 

3rd Verse: Jermaine Dupri 

I want you to feel me, my whole thang is to get inside your body, I run game 

like my name was John Gaddy, hittin' hookshots 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.