[Intro: Heather B]  Yeah hah.  For all the sessions, all the cyphers  All my niggaz all my broads with the lighters  That's for Jersey I hope you heard me  You know Heather B, get down and dirty  It's time to start this, it's time to spark that  All my thuuuuugs    [Verse 1: Heather B]  Yeah yeah yo yo  A for all the love that I get and that I'm givin  B for all my brothers locked down in the system  C some say I'm crazy but I'm conscience of what I'm doin  So CC for conscious in case you overlooked me  D for dope, E forever  F I like the sound, when you know you cut my throat  Be exactly where I am  G I thank God  H I'm reachin higher hights, Heather hold it down  Heather don't need no aight  I I'm not the greatest but I'm practicin to be it  And +I+ can achieve it if +I+ believe it  J for Jersey City got to holler at my home  K I keeps it movin okay I give it on  L that's Big L may his soul rest in peace  Don't know why he's gone but the murder has got deceased  M is for the money, and then for the music  Cause without the money hardly  N & O no-one would do it  P is for pass that  Q my quarter leaves ramaskad  R be the fight with that ass, you got to have that  S is for spittin style  T is for takin you where you won't go  U for all the hunts of the underground heros  V is for the voters the vocals and the vision when  W is what we need less we need some more women  X is for all you xerox emcees be original you needs to stop copyin  Y why not? This here is hip hop you takin food of my table and you will get  Dropped  Z is where I be with my peeps or on my own  Writin rhymes, dope rhymes where I be is the zone    [Chorus]  I be a Live MC, a Live MC  Comin straight from Jersey, Jersey y'all  You wanna be in this industry, you wannabe in this  You think it's easy as A-B-C, nah nah nah nah nah  I be a Live MC, a Live MC  Comin straight from Jersey, Jersey y'all  You wanna be in this industry, what?  You think it's easy as 1-2-3, hah    [Verse 2: Heather B]  Ask me and I tell ya, I'm a tryer not a failure  Inspired by the likes of Mya and Mehalya  Some records they hail ya, some records they nail ya  Sell out to sell records now the masses understand ya  Who I got to proof to only me can I loose to  He's happy to have a bail check like so these A & R is used to  But man I got heart like Rosa Parks  And I stay makin records with true MC's like Freddie Foxxx  Send comitees send somebody to tell me I won't tell  Cause I ain't got silicones, too much fire up in me  So future like izelja got my X got my backs  And I don't wanna be a player no more say the fakers  Much hate us, now congratulate us, most hayas, now prayers  But you know is all that dough  Just pay her pay me a +Slayer+ like +Buffy+  I'm a artist a MC and regardless I be  Maskerin mine crazy not for the swift  But for those that endure us all the time  I rhyme I rip I spit I do collabo's when I kick  And all due to the fact that I been'm blessed with the gift    [Chorus]  I be a Live MC, a Live MC  Comin straight from Jersey, Jersey y'all  You wanna be in this industry, you wannabe in this  You think it's easy as A-B-C, nah nah nah nah nah  I be a Live MC, a Live MC  Comin straight from Jersey, Jersey y'all  You wanna be in this industry, what?  You think it's easy as 1-2-3, hah