L4D4

The presidents

Now What I live for I'll die for That's my love
And What I live for I'll ride for That's ah I thug
What I live for I'll die for That's my love
And what I live for I'll ride for That's ah I thug
On the come up, on the come up, on the come up
On the come up, on the come up, on the come up

They say I'm an eccentric genius, like Willy Wonka
But I say I'm an electric being, who's born to shock ya
I'd die over my music, Radio Raheem
Not even a question, just do the right thing
I've taken trips across town and even through states
Still got two to go but seen the first 48
Its murder, haven't you heard of what I'm reppin'
Its lights out like super bowl 47
Maybe I don't know much like Aaron Neville
So I war with society classified as a rebel
And that maybe all I need to know
But if knowledge is power, then you need to know

Now What I live for I'll die for That's my love
And What I live for I'll ride for That's ah I thug
What I live for I'll die for That's my love
And what I live for I'll ride for That's ah I thug
On the come up, on the come up, on the come up
On the come up, on the come up, on the come up

I'll put hands on you like clocks if you're interfering
With what shouldn't be disturbed check your power steering
You're heading in the wrong direction
In my quest for conquest I may bring insurrection
Call me a synapse 'cuz I'm on your nerves perhaps
Time is money so I spend it taking care of business
I need to bury G's for a rainy day
Knowing that they'll bury me a G when I pass away
Hopefully at least, maybe then I'll finally find my peace
Behind this crooked smile all the grief
You try and tame this beast you'll only end up bested
Someone suggested cutting your losses
If don't have the courage invested

Now What I live for I'll die for That's my love
And What I live for I'll ride for That's ah I thug
What I live for I'll die for That's my love
And what I live for I'll ride for That's ah I thug
On the come up, on the come up, on the come up
On the come up, on the come up, on the come up

If you can't find something to live for
Then find a reason worth dying
Oh you're a tough guy behind that keyboard
Deep in cyberspace think you're Leonard Nimoy
Beware the ides of march, I mean the eyes of marks
They wouldn't play it straight with starch
How can we iron out our differences
The irons out and it's a vicious
Rather see tire marks, than hear them squealin'
I'm tired of the marks, runnin' to them people squealin'
Is it lack of conscious, or lack of substance
That turns them to abuse the ones who trusted
Like Gator doin' dance, for a lil change
That concrete jungle got that fever that will bring you pain
Bring you pain

Now What I live for I'll die for That's my love
And What I live for I'll ride for That's ah I thug
What I live for I'll die for That's my love
And what I live for I'll ride for That's ah I thug
On the come up, on the come up, on the come up
On the come up, on the come up, on the come up