Don't Be a Menace... movie - Live Wires Connect lyrics

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Song by UGK f/ Keith Murray, Lord Jamar<br /><br>

Keith Murray, UGK and oh my Lord Jamar<br>

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[Intro/Chorus: Lord Jamar]<br>

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The east to the west<br>

Up north to the down south<br>

Live wires connect<br>

So if you swangin on thangs<br>

(Keith Murray, UGK and oh my Lord Jamar)<br>

or down to gangbang, or waitin on the train<br>

It's still the same thang<br>

[repeat]<br>

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[Bun B]<br>

You cut your mind and your body with the rhyme and the shotty<br>

Go and find me or hidin, with wine and Bacardi<br>

Get down like John Gotti then I gotta get lost<br>

I'm gone in the wind<br>

My momma keep on tellin me there's Bun in the sin<br>

I guess I'm hell-bound destined<br>

to learn my lesson, sess in my chestin<br>

It burn but I keep on puffin, no bluffin<br>

They don't call me Big Bun for nothin<br>

No homeboys you come dead, well put em to rest<br>

Bumba clocks em all dead, wit two in his chest<br>

Botty bwoy you come dead, and if in all die<br>

Will you run dead em again? Well go on buddy let em fly<br>

That's how it is in my city, and your city<br>

sir it gets no pretti-er just more gritty<br>

per capita, all around<br>

From the five boroughs on down to the mighty Bro town<br>

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[Chorus]<br>

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[Lord Jamar]<br>

Now watch this current rock it current for a sentence<br>

for a triple homicide, cripple any drama that reside in the mind<br>

of those livin outside of my stateline<br>

Let em know we all the same kind<br>

with the same crimes, catchin the same time, which translates to hang time<br>

Organised gangs slangin dime<br>

Lord Jamar is black G-zuz, I sees this<br>

everywhere I go, brothers hustlin to make the doe<br>

Fast or slow, ya wanna see your cash grow<br>

like grass, but meanwhile take a blast of the el<br>

and let the smell resonate, never hesitate<br>

when it comes to puttin food on your plate<br>

Devise schemes by all means<br>

Like a sunrise when it beams, keep your eyes on the CREAM<br>

Live Wires on the team Connect, get respect for they realness<br>

I know you feel this<br>

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[Chorus]<br>

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[??]<br>

Uhh, now who that tryin ta claim they be thumpin<br>

That's only when your funky little fake tape be bumpin<br>

You can catch a square and get done unfair<br>

because aah, I'll be there, I'll be right there<br>

Cocoa butter, got that, make em all for<br>

Real life hustler movie maker, I know how y'all feel<br>

But long as I'm alive I'ma do the right thing<br>

and block out this stress my past criminal life might bring<br>

The only way I use to nip it in the bud<br>

was ta try and put some bullets in some of you joker's guts<br>

I got victims, G it ain't about the face you make<br>

It's all about the place you take between yourself and snakes<br>

Now everybody open up your arms for the cocoa-<br>

Mr.Former Football Player-ex drug dealer-gold digger-<br>

killer with scrilla, they be missin me with the bomb breakin<br>

Cos I gets busy like no cornwheat<br>

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[Chorus]<br>

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[Pimp C]<br>

I'm tryin ta stack paper, these pigs can't stand me<br>

It's all about my family, it's all about my candy<br>

It's all about the crush, all about the feelin good<br>

All about the rush, all about us, the first family<br>

Somethin that a young fool never really planned to be<br>

but funny situations, do bring change<br>

and young fools do out here in this wicked game<br>

That's how I'm gon' starve when fools eatin steak<br>

Man, I can't stop now, too much money out here to make<br>

Now you could turn your nose up and you can suck your teeth<br>

but I gotta get this money, ain't nobody gonna get it for me<br>

And I might have to do shady things<br>

Stick up kid all out, no shame<br>

Run your rings, ear ring in change<br>

Don't make me give it to ya cos it ain't no thang<br>

I do it for the glory man, cuff the thangs<br>

I gotta let em hang, I'm stuck in '87 tryin to regain my brain<br>

Too many undercovers know my name<br>

A phone line like fire cos I'm a live wire<br>

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[Chorus]<br>

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[Keith Murray]<br>

Who is this with malicious onslaughts?<br>

Keith Murray, UGK and oh my Lord Jamar<br>

And we bustin on all you losers<br>

Ridin twenty-deep in two black Land Cruisers<br>

Recognise or get paralysed with the drum<br>

Where I'm from they promise you a fair one, then blast you with the gun<br>

And everybody standin around like it's funny<br>

Junior L.O.D pickin your pockets for your money<br>

The checkered, I slide off and make a funky record about it<br>

No more than four minutes and some seconds<br>

And live wire connected, from my peoples on the street who respect it<br>

and the jeeps, hoopties, Benz and Lexus<br>

My squad stretches from New York to Portland to Texas<br>

Let's see who's next to test this<br>

Some herbs, ready to get their heads served<br>

to the hard curb......<br>

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[Chorus]<br>

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