Saturday Nite Live by Masta Ace (Ft. Eyce, Lord Digga & Uneek)
Saturday Nite Live by Masta Ace (Ft. Eyce, Lord Digga & Uneek)

Saturday Nite Live

Masta Ace & Eyce & Uneek & Lord Digga * Track #15 On SlaughtaHouse

Saturday Nite Live Lyrics

[Refrain]
"Live from New York it's Saturday Nite!"
"Live from New York it's Saturday Nite!"
"Live from New York it's Saturday Nite!"
"Live from New York it's Saturday Nite!"

[Verse 1: Uneek]
Ayo kid, for years I've been into rap
Writing funky rhymes to get my name on the map
And by now I know I'm hitting
'Cause I say a rhyme and girls be like, "Uh-uh no he didn't"
I'm so nonchalant, word to my uncle and my aunt
I serve MC's like a restaurant
It ain't where you're from, it's where you're at
So in that case, your butt better step like a frat
'Cause juice I got a lot of vape
That's whye you gotta quit, I'm always rolling with Umdada, shit
When I deliver I make you shiver
If a guy try to front, I have to show him I'm the problem giver
Girlfriend you're gonna be in bad shape
If you expect Uneek to take you shopping like a demo tape
I'll tell your brother Jack to be Nimble
'Cause if you want beef we can clash like a cymbal
You need to stop all the yelling and the cursing
I know it foul, he couldn't house a homeless person
We don't cuddle in the Eyceurokk huddle
Write verses subtle, and then we wet you like a puddle
One lyric from the gut, so what?
You want to strut like you're bad and then you might get had
Yeah it's cool, it's gonna be all right
'Cause live from New York it's Saturday Nite

[Refrain]
"Live from New York it's Saturday Nite!"
"Live from New York it's Saturday Nite!"
"Live from New York it's Saturday Nite!"
"Live from New York it's Saturday Nite!"

[Verse 2: Masta Ace]
It's the offbeat, on beat, man with the mostest
Like Hostess, I bake MC's and oh and you knows this
So 1-2-3-4, for whom the bell is tolling
I'm rolling with Umdada and I'm um holding my swollen
And doing the project dance from back in the days
It's the Masta the Ace and yo, I'm black and it pays
So bust the move on the mad offbeat tip and
It's the dopest, but can you cope this, by far the hippest
Hat on sideways or backward, I knew a funky track would
Open up the ears of the black hood
I'm not Ralph Malph, Richie, or the Fonz
I'm no joke, I school that ass like St. John's
Some come get a little bit, hit hard like a rock and
Open up the door 'cause I'm knocking
Ready or not, here I come in a hurry and
It's Masta Ace, Steady Pace, Paula Perry and
Eyceurokk with the 4 Building storm and
Welcome to the Bates Motel, my name is Norman
I got the mad knife, I'm mad mean
I killed mad crews, I read Mad magazine
So break it down for the heads with the dreads
For the baldies and the fades, for the blues and the reds
Here comes the crazy drunken style, take a swigga
As I take my finger of the trigga for the Lord Digga

[Verse 3: Lord Digga]
Lord Digga, the microphone mutilator
With the hardcore data to mash motherfuckers like potatoes
I dare a little punk to try to diss me
You wanna know why? 'Cause I spit on spectators
My style is rough, ruck, and rugged on the ill tip
Blowing the fuck up, sending pussies looking for microchips
Mad mad styles get flipped when the chordless gets gripped
Not a gang member but I got Tales from the Crip
I'm mad mad funky like Silk
Take a sniff of my ass crack, motherfuckers stay wack
As my pockets get fat like an elephant
I'm far from benevolent, I'm up your ass for the hell of it
I'm catching wreck on your record or cassette tape
Now I can't wait to catch motherfuckers that slept late
I flip the hardcore shit so little punks can know
That that's how it goes on Saturday Nite

[Refrain]
"Live from New York it's Saturday Nite!"
"Live from New York it's Saturday Nite!"
"Live from New York it's Saturday Nite!"
"Live from New York it's Saturday Nite!"

[Verse 4: Eyce]
Eyceurokk consists of three:
First is Rokk Deisel, my brother Uneek, and then there's me, nigga
I wear the orange and the black cap, black and orange jersey on my back
Baddest nigga in the pack
And I work to get my loot, shoot
Huh, I'm turning heads like a handicapped prostitute
Son you gotta believe me
That I'm a be "Rockin you, rockin you" but I'm not Dahved Levy
I'm hitting rappers til they stagger
And if he's a bragger, I'm gonna watch him fall like Niagra
Whoooops, oh, time for him to go
Take him to the morgue, put a tag on his toe
Not the type you can play a game with
Fuck around, look at all the niggas that I came with
Stop dissing, there will be no tomorrow
You'll feel sorrow, I'm knocking niggas down like Mark Bavarro
'Cause rap is not a toy, if you're in it for the bones
You'll be Home Alone just like that little white boy
Master Eyce is on the way
And live from New York I'm catching wreck on a Saturday

[Refrain]
"Live from New York it's Saturday Nite!"
"Live from New York it's Saturday Nite!"
"Live from New York it's Saturday Nite!"
"Live from New York it's Saturday Nite!"

Saturday Nite Live Q&A

Who wrote Saturday Nite Live's ?

Saturday Nite Live was written by Masta Ace & Uneek & Eyce & Lord Digga.

Who produced Saturday Nite Live's ?

Saturday Nite Live was produced by Uneek.

When did Masta Ace release Saturday Nite Live?

Masta Ace released Saturday Nite Live on Tue May 04 1993.

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