Live Enough

Verse 1 (Ryu)
 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.