Livin' In Style (Stolen Loop Mix) '96 E

Yo, let us say what's up before we step To the microphone. Let me say what's up before I step to The microphone. Check one, two. You never heard of me before, so here I Am. You saw shit. Getting busy on this track With the female funk, funk. Funk. I gotta represent my lady brothers, so check This out. They never relax on a hot track. 'Cause every motherfucker like them is not a weak Link. So many talk, so many hits about Russia, But my crew is gonna bust-all the stereotypes. Ha ha ha. ha. Now, here we are in The studio. Gotta let you know-I know life Full of criminals. Even if you live here in Moscow, better look Out. Better 'Cause we have the same blocks and Cribs all around. So listen to my homies one By one is in the house. That's Lil Jeff, MK, Legalize, my man Sergei, Plus we have G, Support, the whole D. O. B. Gotta say peace out. Yo, my name is Liga. I don't smoke Philly blunts. Pass me that foamy, foamy. When I have a drink to the drunks, I'm So talkative. Money, drugs, and the guns is all Around us. So many motherfools gotta be the bang Gang. But fuck that, you bite that. You wanna live in style, Mr. Daydream. Yo, I gotta bust that. That. Just like a boss suckas. Send them on their way 'cause they have no Brain. Howling shame, you deserve that. Aren't you tired of making money? Sucking that love. Writing them cheap funk makers. You steal around. You step on the stage with A stolen phonogram, stolen image. Boys from my crew say, "Fuck that." You talk about your criminal life, but was a Criminal. Never shoot a gun in your life, But always talk of it. Always Who gives a shit if I tells nothing On this buck clumsy? You know I'm just sick To the death of your monotony. I'm upset. Call out for a spit me, Hey. It's going take place with Russian slang bang. Ooh. my distinguishing feature. Man, you don't bite that. Yeah. popular style is out. Liga, Liga. Yeah, I'm a no gang banger. What the hell goes on? I turn around and see dozens sad eyes of A kid that wants to stick me up good. Pointing at me crazy. Crazy. course, he's lifted or drunk or something. Something. Pop the gun in our risk I can Break that hammer. I'm too tough for that game. Little bitch are just a little skinny kid. But that kid had to pass the test and Rub my head. So he will join the gang, But I told him a few things. Send him away, he went searching for next victim. Some recognize don't respect them, turn criminals. Criminals. Some waitress intellect is minimal. Ain't trying to tell you to get up. Once in, you can do that. But I want you to understand, think twice. A gang is your life, but you will end Up in a ditch. So let's lift this a Bit. Lift this flowers on spot where they killed Ya. see Dozens that hammer. Hammer. I'm too tough that Game. Little bitch are just a little skinny kid. That kid had pass the test and Rub So he will join the gang, things. Send him away, went searching for next victim. Some Recognize don't respect Ain't trying to tell you to get Get Up. Once in, can do that. Do that. think A gang is your life, So let's lift All the Flowers our Watch Get Down-Watch on this funky ass track. Ha ha. Watch you move back. I'm going to rock and rock like this. This. From the Boogie Crew, stepping, Kicking, shaking, mic cracking. So clap your hands and move your feet. Go. And if ain't down, I'm gonna blast your Shit. Don't stop, wake 'em up. I'm, like, getting too deep. So don't listen to My dissing that I from my crib. And I'm out. Bring the noise, break 'em boy. Much, much more noise just to get an respect From the Moscow b-boys. What up? Ha ha. Sergei's in the house, the last motherfucker on the Track. You call it the ghetto, we call the Crew shop. The crew shop projects, the place shit Happens. Yeah, Bloods and Crips. I believe that thing is scary as hell. You know all over the world, but you don't Know the shit we go through here. It's crazy and it's true, and I don't think Funny when they shoot you in your tummy. You possessed by colors. Who possessed by numbers? I'm from a lower part of-Yeah, yeah block, But I don't pack a Glock. Glock. I don't represent no gang bang. You're screwed that I'm legal, but I only feel Safe in my hood. I know they won't shoot Me. One, two, three, I'm a G. As in the guy with braids. But I ain't stupid to diss 'em. Listen, fist fight, days are gone. I wonder why people carry guns now. They trip, pow, you're dead now. The war is on. Revenge was the reason they Blast you. Blast Had to do nothing with it. But who gives a fly in them anyway? Oh, you know when a Ragga Truff neck, You step back if you don't wanna mess with Us. Ha, da, boom, ha, da, ha, Ragga Truff Neck, you step back if you don't wanna mess With us. Uh, Russians in the house, Is in the house, is in the house. You know what I'm saying? We out, 96, uh, uh, uh, uh.