Live Enough - Styles of Beyond

Yeah

Styles

Come on Click Click

Talk about sick shit

Fuck around

Uh Knock 'em out

Uh uh Line 'em up Let me tell you something

Suckers ain’t live enough

Let me tell you something

I won’t have no more

Come on Click Click Click Click

Talk about sick shit

Fuck around uh Knock 'em out

Line 'em up Let me tell you something

Suckers ain’t live enough

Let me tell you something

I won’t have no more

When I was a youngin'

Who would ever thought that

I’d be number one

Banging in your trunk fat

Beats for the grungie

Heat for the outsie

People in the back

Keeping it bouncing

R to the Y to the U Get up Get up Suckers ain’t live yet

Enoughs enough

You damn right

We changed for the better

And got back together

And locked rap

Surrender and drop that

Duck like you back in your bush

You wanna learn to battle

Start cracking them books

I’ve been sick from the jump

Dirty from the get go Six in the pump

Thirty in the clip load

Rip through a beat

Like butter in kill

Peep the last man shook

Yo We stutter and still

R-R-Ryu is too ill

Stop and think

You want some girl scout beats

Or some knocks and pins

Have it your way

I’ma stay dropping a flame

Blaze and pop insane shit

I never change

Chorus

Click Click

Talk about sick shit

Fuck around

Uh Knock 'em out

Uh uh Line 'em up Let me tell you something

Suckers ain’t live enough

Let me tell you something

I won’t have no more

Come on Click Click Click Click

Talk about sick shit

Fuck around uh Knock 'em out

Line 'em up Let me tell you something

Suckers ain’t live enough

Let me tell you something

I won’t have no more

Verse 2 (Tak)

So here we go again

The dopest if you noticed him

Hopefully I’m rolling with

The golden ounce I’m supposed to get

For flowin it Knowing when suckers ain’t live enough

Yet

Time’s up Line 'em up Till they buy enough crack

With your gold card razor

Shot the whole place up Snatch the face

Playing and remove the fake make up Stand on the edge with a mannequin head

Cram it with lead

And battle till you hand him his legs

I got a plan to get fed

Till my stamina ends

Crap in your Benz

Stomp with my lavender Timbs

Say you don’t even know

When the show is over

A lonely soldier

Grown for closure

A small time crook

On a stolen poster

That’s why I wrote a book on this rollercoaster

Now everybody move but they can’t even speak

The party rules of an outlaw that’ll handle your teeth

No tools can’t write

Can’t rap to a beat

Your O’douls getting sappy

You’re wacker then me How you gonna claim something that you never believe

The regular breed that tipsscales

Sell us some key

But under your sleeves

You fronting to whatever degree

The second you breathe

The element of the weapon you squeeze

Like click click clack clack

Tell you please

There ain’t nothing better then these raw delicacies

Come on Chorus

Click Click

Talk about sick shit

Fuck around

Uh Knock 'em out

Uh uh Line 'em up Let me tell you something

Suckers ain’t live enough

Let me tell you something

I won’t have no more

Come on Click Click Click Click

Talk about sick shit

Fuck around uh Knock 'em out

Line 'em up Let me tell you something

Suckers ain’t live enough

Let me tell you something

I won’t have no more

Verse 3 (Tak)

Yeah

Instead of running

I’ll walk instead

I remember growing up rocking Talking Heads

You may ask yourelf

How cool he is It’s just me fascination with the Human League

Verse 4 (Ryu)

Now I don’t know who said it and when

I’m not nice

Yeah right

That bitch never said it again

I play rough to the death

Enough respect

Let the slugs eject then

Come correct

My man Mic’s my best friend

Arm to the teeth

We settle beef together

Like identical twins

Oooh shit catch a bad one

Oh Can you imagine the pain of a .45 magnum

Bang.