secret Sealed in your basement (I) watch you step out of line, girl And it's live entertainment One at a time, girl And it's live entertainment You
like fragrance And you pay your way out arrests and arraignments These playas been playin' foul And I done learned my lesson with flagrants Nigga, this how I live it ain't just entertainment
see how live it gets in 2003 [Hook: repeat 2X] Who gon' stop me when I'm in the lane? I come to entertain you know its in the game Who gon' stop me?
for the laughter, sing for the tears, {c'mon) Sing it with me, just for today, maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away... [Verse 2] Entertainment
But wait, can't you see im only here to entertain? I gotta be the one to go against the grain Cuz man, I see it, feel it, live it But its inhumane for
of a juvenile still live a child life Thinking he can make his pay Too in a rush, niggaz better slow down Cause you can be touched [Verse 3: Immortal
from the down south Bitch we from the bottom, shit [Chorus] [Verse 3 - Trick Daddy] Lord your son got problems And I know that you know Cause you made this all possible I live
feels how you?ve chosen, And we?ll live the dread. Sex and Hollywood, sex and Hollywood. (x4) *Solo* Sex and Hollywood, sex and Hollywood. (x3) (
I hit my head on a stop sign So I cross the street and stumble into the store I feel like shit, I live in a ditch. My life is hell; my house smells It's 3
out [Verse 3] This ain't, no Oscars or MTV or Joan Rivers fashion police Not what you read in tabloid seats These are MC's that live by the code, it
da knew I can't lose And truthfully through the loot that's Young Money Entertainment You get it arranged then holla at me [Chorus: w/ minor variations] [Verse 3
: [Intro] Ladies and gentlemen The greatest stage show you've ever witnessed Appearing live, from out the 2-1-5, The Roots crew [Verse 1] Big respect
banquish Angry - cause I'm up here where you can't get Frankly - I could give a damn bout that lame shi$ (Hood) for your entertainment, so cold but I
This is smoked out rap, get high, angel dust Roll with niggas that be payin' them dues Playas that don't give a fuck if they lose Live they whole life
live and explicit and as vivid as visions on split screens In the Cadillac Apartments on Stockton & Riza Way Where old man from PJ was slangin 3 Ki's
tough, we all gon' live it up) Ah, Too Much, too many people (We all chase the buck, we all don't give a fuck) [Verse 3: The Grouch] Gettin' stupid at
ripped Gangster I am, bust the lyrics like a drive-by You wanna sleep? Well, it's lights out, beddy-bye [ ROUND 1: Nat The Cat ] Notorious Asiatic, tough, talented A power entertainer
