Live On Location (Intro) ft. Questa Walker 3rd Lyrics

Waaaa, Live on location!

Back in the building, Nahkeem

Y'all know the young bull, He ready baby, Yes lord

The game of life baby, Y'all already know what time of day it is

Somebody gotta always get used up, Just make sure it ain't you

The best thinker always wins

What's the difference between chess and checkers?

Live on location

Time to dead whatever was what it was, Cuz' it is what it is

Uncle White in the pen, Doin' life on the bid

'Fore he turned 18 he had to split him a wig

On my unborn kids, For the family we standin' on biz

The type of love that make you go to the end

Type of love to make you spin you a bin

Double back and go and spin it again

Bout' my sister, I don't play or pretend

I'ma die about it!

Screamin' fuck the law, I'ma go commit a crime about it

Behind the wall, I'ma go and sit my time about it

Collect calls, I'ma go and spend a life about it

Standin' tall, Man, This ain't no time to cry about it

I'm just lettin' em know

Uncle White, I'll be ready to go

By the night, I'll be ready to roll

Grab my pipe and I'll be ready to blow

Even though you never met me before, Dawg I love you!

I can never say it enough

You held it down while we livin' it up

Dropped the torch and now I'm pickin' it up

Promise that I'm never givin' it up

They gon' feel the blood, sweat, and the tears

That was shed over and over, So many years

All the pain and all my people that just couldn't be here

I was blind, But finally I think I'm seein' it clear

Let's hit the gas and leave the past in the rear

Only smoke in the mirror

All you checker motherfuckers be tryin' to jump over, Ya hurd me

The chess player, He gon' out thank you!

Nahkeem, He out thankin' y'all

He on his pivot baby, He goin' up with the rock! Ya hurd me

This is Nahkeem world, Young bull baby

Bull garden, Gettin' his shine on

Respek it, You hurd me, You gotta respek him!

This Celebrity Chef Questa Walker III, Back in the building, Yes lord man

I'ma always apply that pressure, I'ma always cook it up,

Same way Nahkeem in that booth, Cookin' it up

Y'all know what time, He gon' stir y'all up real quick

Y'all better recognize, Y'all better know it's the real outchere'

Yeah it's cold, But we gon' make it hot in this motherfucka!

I was blind, But now I'm seein' it clear

My time comin', got a feelin' it's near

And I'm up for the moment

Early mornin', talkin' five in the mornin'

I'm with whatever, point me to my opponent

And let's step in the ring, It's time to lace up

Until I'm livin' my dream, It's time to wake up

Let's go and get to the cream, Let's get that cake up

Nobody fuckin' with Keem nigga straight up

(nigga straight the fuck up)

For all my brothers who ain't with me today

No need to worry, Let me carry the weight

Baby boy on the way, And I'm live on location

And we kickin' every door, 'Till we take over the nation, Talkin' big business

No misses, Record breakin' like Guinness

I'm talkin' bodies on the floor when I'm finished. Talkin' somethin' malicious

Independent, I ain't fuckin' with niggas

It's time to stunt on every one of them bitches!

(On every one of them bitches)

Everybody outchere talkin' bout stay out the way

What you mean stay out the way baby?

Bitch, I'm tryna make a way! Yes lord

I'm gon' step over ya, I'ma stomp over ya, I'm gon' get to the bag, I'm gon' get there!

Me, My people, My city, Yeah, We goin' up baby

I'm steppin' over ya, I'm gon' make a way

Best believe it, We don't stay out the way where I'm from!