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our back and not in our face
'Cause 2 Live is the Crew, the boyz with da bass

2 Live Crew, 2 Live Crew
Boyz with da bass, boyz with da bass
Boyz with
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The battle's over and the dust is clearing
Disciples of the Snow Dog sound the knell
Rejoicing echoes as the dawn is nearing
By-Tor in defeat
hard to the head like shots of Jack Daniels

Y'all, bitch crews, don't wanna fuck with us
Y'all bound to lose, another one bites the dust
Y'all, bitch
the day I die!

Chorus:
(2 Live Crew) (They're back!)
(2-2 Live Crew) (Say-whut-say-whut?)
(2 Live Crew) (They're-back-they're-back!)
(2 Live Crew
you bleed and obey your invisible master

Missin' the moon in the night 
Finding yourself for a world of violet light

Welcome home from the dust
the busta crew
Playin' games I used to play back in '79
With the same bullshit an' the same ol' lie
If you want some respect ya won't be individual
straight be	'fore I disobey
Its the one - two combination punch to the throat
There's a hole in ya boat bitch
That's all she wrote
Ashes to ashes, dust
in a Ford van 
Let these niggas know I'm a give em a permanent suntan
Walk in your studio session
Damage your crew in the vocal booth with
from town 
Papa was a driller on a wildcat crew and my mama never was around 
I learn to cuss when I was two and fight when I was three 
And by
forsaken place
Hasn't seen life in years
I glance around
Time to prepare to perform the black arts

From death to dust to life
Return to live again
I
ghetto instrumental, detrimental to kids
As if they can't see the misery in which they live
Blame me, for the outcome, ban my records - check it
Don't
a parallel universe that might be blocked
But by emotion we put into it we could unlock it
I'm not saying we could escape fate tunneling in this vast
[Chorus]

At the age of sixty-four, 
If he lives that long, 
He'll greet you at the door 
And he'll gently lead you by the arm 
In the dark recess
never thought I'd live to regret that day

* you put a scar on my heart I can't cover up and hide
I'm on the ropes in the corner with no fighter left
There's a parallel universe that might be blocked
But by emotion we put into it we could unlock it
I'm not saying we could escape fate tunneling in this
chillin and
Front on this and get dissed, motherfucker
Me and my crew, me and my crew we be chillin and
Front on this and get dissed

Ah one two
It is nothing to live as we do
Day to day we roam
Heart without a home of our own
Dust and passion lay in our throats
Revenge in each word that spoke
that feeling
Off instrumentals, had my pencil and plus my paper
We caught the 86 Lithonia headed to Decatur
Writing rhymes, tryna find our spot off in
Off instrumentals, had my pencil and plus my paper
We caught the 86 Lithonia headed to Decatur
Writing rhymes, tryna find our spot off in that light
(3:55) 

1st Verse Sheila says the heart is just a muscle   Sheila says the heart is cooled by time  Hiding out for years down in these trade winds
at, you got your crew scopin
for a nigga up and down the Ave, it makes me laugh
Eat my nuts, eat my dust
I won't spend the night locked up or in
nigga alive
	(It's do or die) The motto that I live by
	(It's suicide) Testin me line for line
	(So who am I?) The one and only Myke Miers	(2x)

[ VERSE 2
beat 
Makin' a livin' out of my misery 
Till he got a friend like me 
[Chorus X2] 
Promise to visit 
I know it's rough in your cell 
Receiving mail
test
Got DJ Scott LaRock by my side, not in back of me
'Cause we make up the Boogie Down Productions crew faculty
Get it right, or train yourself not
out if you want to, homie
But I'm a stay short but funky

Verse 2:
Don't stop, just call it verse two
It's Short Dog baby from the Dangerous Crew