UGK - Live Wires Connect lyrics

Keith Murray, UGK and oh my Lord Jamar Intro/Chorus: Lord Jamar The east to the west Up north to the down south Live wires connect So if you swangin on thangs (Keith Murray, UGK and oh my Lord Jamar) Or down to g**n, or waitin on the train It's still the same thang *repeat* [Bun B] You cut your mind and your body with the rhyme and the shotty Go and find me or hidin, with wine and Bacardi Get down like John Gotti then I gotta get lost I'm gone in the wind My momma keep on tellin me there's Bun in the sin I guess I'm hell-bound destined To learn my lesson, sess in my chestin It burn but I keep on puffin, no bluffin They don't call me Big Bun for nothin Now soundbwoy you gon' dead, well put em to rest Bumba clot a gon' dead, wit two in his chest Batty bwoy you gon' dead, and if he no die We gon' come at him again! Well go on buddy let em fly That's how it is in my city, and your city Sir it gets no pretti-er just more gritty Per capita, all around ]From the five boroughs on down to the mighty Bro town Chorus [Lord Jamar] Now watch this current rock it current for a sentence For a triple homicide, cripple any drama that reside in the mind Of those livin outside of my stateline Let em know we all the same kind With the same crimes, catchin the same time, which translates to hang time Organised gangs slangin dime Lord Jamar is black G-zuz, I sees this Everywhere I go, brothers hustlin to make the doe Fast or slow, ya wanna see your cash grow Like gra**, but meanwhile take a blast of the el And let the smell resonate, never hesitate When it comes to puttin food on your plate Devise schemes by all means Like a sunrise when it beams, keep your eyes on the CREAM Live Wires on the team Connect, get respect for they realness I know you feel this Chorus [??????] Uhh, now who that tryin ta claim they be thumpin That's only when your funky little fake tape be bumpin You can catch a square and get done unfair Because aah, I'll be there, I'll be right there Cocoa bu*ter, got that, make em all for Real life hustler movie maker, I know how y'all feel But long as I'm alive I'mma do the right thing And block out this stress my past criminal life might bring The only way I use to nip it in the bud Was ta try and put some bullets in some of you joker's guts I got victims, G it ain't about the face you make It's all about the place you take between yourself and snakes Now everybody open up your arms for the cocoa- Mr.Former Football Player-ex drug dealer-gold digger- k**er with scrilla, they be missin me with the bomb breakin Cos I gets busy like no cornwheat Chorus [Pimp C] I'm tryin ta stack paper, these pigs can't stand me It's all about my family, it's all about my candy It's all about the crush, all about the feelin good All about the rush, all about us, the first family Somethin that a young fool never really planned to be But funny situations, do bring change And young fools do out here in this wicked game That's how I'm gon' starve when fools eatin steak Man, I can't stop now, too much money out here to make Now you could turn your nose up and you can s** your teeth But I gotta get this money, ain't nobody gonna get it for me And I might have to do shady things Stick up kid all out, no shame Run your rings, ear ring in change Don't make me give it to ya cos it ain't no thang I do it for the glory man, cuff the thangs I gotta let em hang, I'm stuck in '87 tryin to regain my brain Too many undercovers know my name A phone line like fire cos I'm a live wire Chorus [Keith Murray] Who is this with malicious onslaughts? Keith Murray, UGK and oh my Lord Jamar And we bustin on all you losers Ridin twenty-deep in two black Land Cruisers Recognise or get paralysed with the drum Where I'm from they promise you a fair one, then blast you with the gun And everybody standin around like it's funny Junior L.O.D pickin your pockets for your money The checkered, I slide off and make a funky record about it No more than four minutes and some seconds And live wire connected, from my peoples on the street who respect it And the jeeps, hoopties, Benz and Lexus My squad stretches from New York to Portland to Texas Let's see who's next to test this Some herbs, ready to get their heads served To the hard curb...... Chorus