J-live Yes Lyrics

Yes Lyrics

It goes one for you, one for me



Two for you, one two for me



Three for you, one two three for me



Four for you, well let's see, yo







What you want, hot shit or dope shit? (Yes)



What you need, freedom or justice? (Yes)



What you like, light skin or dark skin? (Yes)



Who are you, the bomber or the marksman? (Yes)







It's the pinpoint accurate assassin in the bushes



On be two styles, wiping your spot off the map



It's the kamikaze with the parachute, live nigga rap



You don't want my fist caught in your mouth? Shut your trap



I heard you got a jones for keeping up with the Joneses



The only problem is, all your Jones is wack



This kid tried to tell me you the bomb (Word to mother)



Come to find out, he on your streets he want to cover



Well if that ain't debacle in the ghetto for the sea party



Smooth move, Ex-Lax, who said you ain't shit?



You need to come to grips with the fact that you're slipping



Shooting off the mouth but forgot to put your clip in



Meanwhile somewhere on the Eastside of side pat



Truly yours plotting like Nikki and the Brain



They have it both ways with the lying shin point



So show forth and prove who's the master in the game



That's why it goes







One for you, one for me



Two for you, one two for me



Three for you, one two three for me



Four for you, well let's see, yo







What you got, heads or tails? (Yes)



Street props or record sales? (Yes)



Who are you, God or a black man? (Yes)



Where your comp at, fire or the frying pan? (Yes)







Don't you see, my mentality is sort of like the boomerang effect



Over your head, but hit you in the back of your neck



Fucking with Live, who wins? What the fuck you expect?



That's like your girl tossing your salad to get your respect (Ewwww)



The kind of jobs ???? wouldn't volunteer for



Whether you T. Martin or Shamika Holdsclaw



Like playing chicken with a truck in the Red Shore



Quick draw, rip your, rap books to cole slaw



Break your, fake stain, glass jaw to jigsaw



Transform, make sure, hard facial make sure



With pure las-er, cut lyrical razor



Make sure, hate-ters, get what they paid for



Stay y'all CD, DJ, and MC's



Just I-C-E or L-I-B-E



Paperback bestseller or your cable TV



Make all I see, just why it must be, what?







One for you, one for me



Two for you, one two for me



Three for you, one two three for me



Four for you, well let's see, yo







What you want, hot shit or dope shit? (Yes)



What you need, freedom or justice? (Yes)



What you like, light skin or dark skin? (Yes)



Who are you, the bomber or the marksman? (Yes)







What you got, heads or tails? (Uh huh, uh huh)



Street props or record sales? (Yes)



Who are you, God or a black man? (Damn right)



Where your comp at, fire or the frying pan? (Yes)







What you cutting with, your left hand or your right hand? (Yes)



What you got, the right tools or the right blends? (Yes)



What your plant need, sunshine or watering? (Yes)



Where you going man, Japan or Maryland? (Yes)







How you getting there, subway or dollar van? (Yes!)



What you need to coincide your caravan? (YES!)



Where we eating, Pittsburgh or New Orleans? (YES!!!)



What you wanna keep that or record again? (YES!!!)







It goes one for you, one for me



Two for you, one two for me



Three for you, one two three for me



Four for you, well let's see (Hell no!)