Live It Up Pt. 2 (Dirty Living)

Natural Elements - “Live It Up Pt. 2 (Dirty Living)”
[Emcee(s): L-Swift, A-Butta, and Mr. Voodoo]
[Producer(s): Charlemagne]

[Intro: L-Swift]
Alright. NE. Uh, uh, uh, ain’t shit… ain’t shit changed. Word up

[Verse 1: L-Swift]
Yo, yo, we try and
Live it up, gin in my cup while you’re all in my grill
Slip in the cut, don’t fall but it spill. My niggas
A and Voo called (What the deal?). Yo, we’re the three wise men
Trying to be rich before I’m three times ten
You don’t need to try to be my friend—nigga, we’re self-contained
Yourself to blame, I’ll shelter the pain
Northeast Bronx never the same, remain smoking
In East, I’m wilding it out. In the West, we’re straight locing
I peeped you hiding out and your vest get blazed open
Proceed to get high to the death and make potions
I need to just slide to the rest and lay scoping, get
Sixteen cats on the train with eight tokens, yo
The crew you run with ain’t willing to scrap with you
Get phillies and MACs with you, they’re spilling your fat tissue, I’m spitting
The gat issue, evenly share portions
Before I shoot, I stick my tongue out like Air Jordan
From here to Boston, Massachusetts, one, two, I think
I lost one. I blast my music, receive my cash
And recoup it. You know the rundown, so hold your gun down
I’ll roll a blunt now, control my funds now, so what now?

[Interlude: A-Butta]
Word up, son, we gon’ live it up. Word up

[Verse 2: A-Butta]
Yo, I still get high
From NY to Puerto Rico. Anthony Cruz
A-Butta? That’s my alter ego. Call your peoples, let ‘em know
About the Elements show. I’ll still stick hoes
With legs thicker than Jennifer Lo. Gallons of Hennessey flow
Through my veins and my brains ain’t functioning right
No need to explain, we’re fucking tonight. I slide
In a slut and I got a 9 in your gut. My mind
Is corrupt, yup, I’m trying to liven it up
In a bus on my way to Riker’s Island in cuffs
Speeding, leaving life in the dust, and when I fuck, I’m on
Some freak shit, ice on my nuts—believe it. My
NE clique rip through your skin like strays, plenty
Teen chicks drip when I spit my phrase for my
Elements fam and the rest of the clan. Oh, I
Respect my fans that step in the jam with my
Fitted cap tilt to the back, L in my hand, sipping ‘nac
Getting wet as I can, falling out. Shit, it’s
All about money and moves—get crunk, y’all. Buck
Fifty-one numbing my tongue, I’m drunk y’all
Is you with me? Then come on, y’all. Let’s go

[Hook: Mr. Voodoo, (L-Swift), and {A-Butta}] (x2)
Word up, so, yo
Open your ears (Uh huh), listen up (Yeah)
Twist one up (Uh huh), fill your cup
(Hydro!) {Twist it up, and if you know}
(Like I know), {you’ll be living it up}

[Verse 3: Mr. Voodoo]
I murder things like
Serbs under Milošević (“Think about it”)
‘Til we’re all rocking furs like we’re Bolsheviks
Me and my associates forever radiate and glow
We’re supposed to—shit, y’all ain’t know? The M.O.:
My grammar’s in lock, ammo is stocked, hammer is cocked
To damage and rot Feds with cameras and cops. Who make
The planet rock? Y’all know who can—need we say? The go-to
Man like a center in the NBA. My D-
-NA got a pistol’s curvature, rappers
Getting claps like they was boning a dirty whore. It’s a
Dirty chore—when it’s time to flip, I got the black
Tape on the trigger, the hammer, and the grip. I’m clapping
At kids—abandon your ship. Take it to trial
Get a slap on the wrist. I’m capping it crisp but celebrate
Like a crooked capitalist. We elevate
Look, kid. Nobody rapping like this

[Hook: Mr. Voodoo, (L-Swift), and {A-Butta}] (x4)
Word up, so, yo
Open your ears (Uh huh), listen up (Yeah)
Twist one up (Uh huh), fill your cup
(Hydro!) {Twist it up, and if you know}
(Like I know), {you’ll be living it up}