Fresh Daily - We Want It Alive lyrics

[Verse 1:] We don't want it We don't want it dead We want it alive Rappers apart you don't own no Learn to get love by giving love Let that stick to your body like fish fry N*ggas be wanna tear you from limb to limb I'm just trying to come out on top like [?] End up strung out like mandolin Got people banking on me I need to provide Be damned if I go back to 9 to 5 If every day is a fight then I'll roll the dope Make some storm my n*gga hard to k** Let it rain in the cup till it overflow Runneth over and flood the block Only average n*ggas okay with broke Gonna roll out the carpet might as well make it red [Chorus:] We don't want it dead We want it alive We don't want it dead We want it alive We don't want it dead We want it alive We don't want it dead We want it alive (alive) [Verse 2:] I'm finally hip I finally arrived I'm gonna buy me a clip For my family ties I'm gonna write me a script then light me a sliff I'm calling it quits on this 9 to 5 Bought a ticket to Cali yo my n*ggas is ready It's the season finale No more eating at rallies They scared up my bomb up like it's hornet inside But we don't want it dead We want it alive We want surprise when n*ggas immortalized They're not (no no) then call them a liar Best two out of three I'm scoring the five Running the [?] Then call them a liar Calling up the coroner the mops of foreigners When they saw that we were warriors Now their family mourning them Every morning their mourning them We don't want them dead We want them alive [?] Tucking the chain We ain't buying that bucket alive From these chicken bugging their eyes [Chours:] We don't want it dead We want it alive We don't want it dead We want it alive We don't want it dead We want it alive We don't want it dead We want it alive We don't want it dead We want it alive We don't want it dead We want it alive We don't want it dead We want it alive We don't want it dead We want it alive [Verse 3:] Master of ceremonies that's black Stiff a little boss He felonious In the soul of a track Dressed like the cats from coney Trophy jacket to patch Tender onus know as Like the warriors back Cafe Jack's dubious to my prodige When it's fact The revolution was restored smoking Smoke a dube with paps Let's get it rolling We gotta get papers or get a wrap So only throw me figures or land to marry my brides Burying hatchets tanning my hides Smoke mary and vibe See we don't want it dead We want it alive Titty fed free running naked uncovered eyes Vision that so say the Eagle High Chief Buddha got the wide Don Cheadle eye For bad guys and state troopers Don't be surprised no bye byes just maneuvers I leave rhymes for those left behind in the chulas [Chorus] [Outro:] Take little microhits that way you get high And say something weird