The Alchemist - Live lyrics

[Intro] Yes, welcome back, to Infamous radio, 3-57 FM I'd like to thank all the callers that called in earlier The love is much appreciated Ladies call up, the request lines are still open We playin' whatever you wanna hear Right now, we got a special request Gonna play this young man record right here It's kind of fresh [Verse 1] Over here we tie your a** up to a chair And throw bricks at you top speed for ya head Slow pain, torture style Better hope one of these sh**s knock you out I enjoy watching you suffer, scream, shout And all that badman sh** out the window And while he gone, Im having his bimbo Life is ill, and it make sharp turns bro n***as is foul, they run up on you quick loc n***as is foul, they run up on you quick loc, and Light you up, stop your green From going any further, now you don't think So tough, you think you so tough? You need to be cool and just get your bucks Should've been cool and just got the ones Network with the thugs, that's all soaked in bread Money attract women, and have you (???) in But loyalty is everything, you unloyal piece of sh** Ungrateful, son of a ho Your baby mama callin it dumb f**ed up the dough [Hook] Now ain't that a b**h That's life, f** that live I'm nice I'm high off this Get right Do it up big, this life Get right live (x2) [Verse 2] And let die, just let go and let god You be alright just cool man, calm Anybody violate us, we bomb n***a wrong gonna do that? He dumb Anybody that foolish, need scars Permanent reminders Got 'em all sick cause I spit like the virus Boy If I get up on my sh** say goodbye-us Time for you to meet your maker, don't cry-us It's a little bit too late now for that cryin' I'm the fly thug poster boy I rap for every young scrap up in the joint I rhyme for every time my pockets was empty Now I pop Don, pour some in the street In memory of the old me The one and only R.I.P [Hook] (x2) [Outro] Yes, wild man, I really love this record, Ernie Ernie we got to play this more often This young man needs.. He's just... he just b**hin' Can I say that on the radio? yeah Callers call up, we still have tickets available For this year's summer cornrow contacts Right in the projects B.Y.O.B Bring your own bottle b**h Now hurry up and call Tickets are runnin' out real fast We're gonna get into the music right now, keept it going It's infamous, 3-5-7 Don't touch that dial I'll blow your motherf**ing hand off Nah I'm just kiddin, you know we playin' All right we'll be right back