Kris Kross - Live and Die for Hip Hop

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(Mack Daddy)

I devoted my whole life to rockin' mics gettin crowds lifted

Put my pants on backwards cause I wanted to be different

I keeps'em with a crease tom peeps Bernarducci

House full of honies sportin' Gucci cuttin' coochie

I'm the man, girlfriend, luxury I swim

Macadocious to the most brown sex and slim

Setter of trends, known for making dividends

And millions of people jump, jump, jump, jump...

(Da Brat)

Who choose to be the next nigga to step and get deleted by Def

Undefeated it ain't no thang to put that body to rest

Chest filled with smoke

Yolkin' niggas up by the collar

Follow me cuz my dollars makin' more cents than common

Robbin' you for your money and your diamonds

Endangerin' your species

More Than A Woman like the Bee Gees

No remorse steady smokin' plenty grass (let it go)

And let Da Brat commence to be the baddest ho

(Chorus)

Well, baby, roll me a mic and let me smoke till I'm high,

If you ever seen me rock, then you know I

Live and die for the things I do, slang I use,

Breaking down mics and destroying crews.

Well, nigga, roll me a mic and let me smoke till I'm high,

If you ever seen me rock, then you know I

Live and die for the things I do, slang I use,

Breaking down mics and destroying crews.

(Daddy Mack)

Nothin' but a C big party (twelve until)

See I'm the Daddy of the Mack and at the top of world I chill,

Keep it real

My field of work consists of that

Thuggish ass niggas sayin', "Where they keep that pistol at?"

My life - I wouldn't trade it

To me it's nothin' better than wakin' up when I wanna

Sportin' Jay Boogie leather

Autographs, bubble baths, five star hotels

Rollin' wit' a click super thick

And everybody gettin' meals

(Mr. Black)

Take off the safety, face me

Gun powder chowder for real

The last nigga figured to ever make it off the hill

But still rhymes rock like coke that smoke

And I'm in effect with a Mac that got a infrared scope

Smackin' those actin' tough as Tinactin

Fall up in yo hood increase your brain with the Mac-10

Stacked ends, seventeens on the Benz, and burner by my thigh

In case these niggas wan' die

(Chorus)

(Aaliyah)

Ooooh somethin' tells me

We got it goin' on

We turnin' ya on

It's that SoSo Def feel

(Jermaine Dupri)

I want you to feel me

My whole thang is to get inside your body

I run game like my name was John Gotti

Hittin' hookshots like Vlade

And niggas around my way call me Little Liberace

A lady lover like no other

And I be lethal with my weapon so they call me Danny Glover

Now who keep it hot?

(We Do.)

See So So Def ain't nothin' but a fool-ass crew