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Kris Kross - MTV Raps - Live and Die for Hip Hop
MTV Raps
Disc 1
01. Tres Delinquentes
02. Paparazzi
03. 5 O'Clock
04. Stakes Is High
05. Once Again
06. I Am L.V.
07. Hang 'em High
08. Vision of Live
09. Top of the Stairs
10. She Said
11. Woo-Hah!! Got You All in Check
12. Ain't No Playa Like...
13. Rumors
14. If I Took Your Boyfriend
15. Live and Die for Hip Hop
16. I Got 5 on It
17. Too Hot
18. I Must Stand
Disc 2
01. Boom Biddy Bye Bye
02. Flava in Ya Ear
03. Big Poppa
04. I Like It (I Wanna Be Where You Are)
05. The Volo
06. I'm Outstanding
07. MC's Act Lite They Don't Know
08. Whutcha Want
09. Gettin' It
10. Git Up, Git Out
11. Get Money
12. Wha Cha Gonna Do?
13. 1-800 (Straight From the Pen)
14. Wrekonize
15. Get Lifted
16. 1-800 Suicide
17. Feel Me Flow
18. It Was a Good Day
Chorus:
Well nigga* roll me a mic and let me smoke it til' i'm high if you ever seen me rock than you know that i live and die for the things i do slang i use breakin' down mics and destroyin' crews. (2x)

1 2 1 2 unhh... 1 2 1 2 mic check 1 2 1 2
1 2 1 2 unhh... 1 2 1 2 mic check 1 2 1 2

1st verse: mack daddy & da brat
I devoted my whole life to rockin' mics gettin crowds lifted put my pants on backwards caus' i wanted to be... different.
I keeps'em with a crease tom peeps burn to nucci, house full of hunnies sportin' gucci, cuttin' coochie.
I'm the man girlfriend, luxury i swim macadocious to the most brown sex and slim, state of uptrends, known for making divedends and millions my people jump, jump, jump, jump.

Who chose to be the next nigga to step get deleted by death undefeated ain't no thang to put that body to rest chest filled with smoke yokin' niggas up by the collar. follow me cuz my dollars makin' more cents than common.
Robbin' you for your money and your diamonds endangerin' your species,
More like a woman than the bee gees.
No remorse steady smokin' plenty grass let it go and let da brat commence to be the baddest hoe.

Chorus

2nd verse: daddy mack & mr. black

Nothin' but a c big party (twelve until) see i'm the daddy of the mack and at the top of world i chill keep real, my feela' work consists of that (a thuggish ass niggas sayin' way to keep'em pissed) my life i wouldn't tread it, to me it's nothin' better, wakin' up when i wanna sportin' jay-boogie leather.
Autographs (bubble baths) five star hotels, rollin' wit' a clicc supa' thick and everybody gettin' well.

Take off the safety face me gun powder chowder for real, the last nigga figga to ever make it off the hill with steel, rhymes rock like cope the smoke and i'm in effect with a tech that got a infa-red scope.
Smackin' those actin', tough as tinactin, fall up in your hood increase your brain with the mack 10, stacked n's seventeen's on the benz and burn up on my thigh in case these niggas won die.

Chorus

Oooooooooooohhhhhhhh... someone tell me... we got it goin' on... i'm tellin' y'all (it's that soso def)

3rd verse: jermaine dupri

I want you to feel me, my whole thang is to get inside your body, i run game like my name was john gaddy, hittin' hookshots like vlade and niggas around my way call me little liberace.
A lady lover like no other and i be lethal with my weapon so they call me danny glover now who keep it hot? (we do.)
See so so def ain't nothin' but a fool ass crew.