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Slow Slow Quick Quick Slow [Empress] (Victor Silvester) · Slow Slow Quick Quick Slow [ASV/Living Era] (Victor Silvester) · 2 Live Crew's Greatest Hits (2 Live Crew) · Original 2 Live Crew (2 Live Crew) · 2 Live Crew Is What We Are (2 Live Crew) · 2 Live Crew's Greatest Hits [Video] (2 Live Crew) · 2 Live Crew's Greatest Hits [Clean] (2 Live Crew) · Slow and Easy [Delta] (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Easy Come Easy Go (Marianne Faithfull) · Easy Come, Easy Go/Speedway (Elvis Presley) – and 90 other albums »


picked the burna' up and I got some marijuana
Two years later screamin' out you don't wanna
Glock nine to S.K. if you want to beef
Shawty point blank range
Why would you test this?
Mex out of Tex with 7 s-k-s's partna

[Chorus: x2]

They call me Rasheed
I smoke the bomb weed
I came up off my feet
Why would you test this?
Mex out of Tex with 7 s-k-s's partna

[Chorus: x2]

They call me Rasheed
I smoke the bomb weed
I came up off my feet
[Chorus: x2]
God rules everything around us
Goons get the money, Killa Killa Hill ya'll

Yo, we grew up in the grind, ya'll
Now it's our time
in the hospital ringin' the nurse's bell

Like ding I got hit (uh-huh) by two of rap's, most dangerous
E and P and they both had stainless

Biggie
You know how Mac play, quiet town, tie it down
I supply it now, by the pound
Might front you a Q if you buy a pound
If you didn't try it then, why
Bridge
We won awards and served them by the millions
The more more years go by, the more we be killin' 'em
They said it's just a fad, it will never last
had a trick wit me.


Chorus X2:


Don't turn around (Give me the fuckin' cheese trick)

Don't make a sound (Show me where them keys at)

Lay it
(Chorus)

3 2 Murder 1 lyric at your door
3 2 Murder 1 lyric at your door
6 million ways to die so I chose
3 2 murder 1 lyric at your door

Verse 1
niggas do not know a thang
Let it rain, let it rain

[Chorus x2]
(Let it rain) Let it rain on those who cannot hold ya back
Or men in chains, I was achin'
what it's worth I got the right net
Sittin' here excited by some s*** that ain't right yet
No regret, live by a code you don't know 'bout
Y'all n****s
Can you pig and pop the Belve
And swig your jaw rap out we live it
Poppi gon' get it, seven digits
Seats in the six coupe made of lizards
And we won't
The name ring then the chain swing and dames cling
Money green, Maury kicks, whips and new fitteds
Advocated by the few who do live it

Blomberg, make
the same thing
The name ring then the chain swing and dames cling
Money green, Maury kicks, whips and new fitteds
(It was all a dream) Advocated by
Now see, the definition of a real nigga
Is about it, in this motherfucking song right here
You know, it took two real niggaz to collab
And make
Now see, the definition of a real nigga
Is about it, in this motherfucking song right here
You know, it took two real niggaz to collab
And make
Now see, the definition of a real nigga
Is about it, in this motherfucking song right here
You know, it took two real niggaz to collab
And make
Now see, the definition of a real nigga
Is about it, in this motherfucking song right here
You know, it took two real niggaz to collab
And make
had a trick wit me.


Chorus X2:


Don't turn around (Give me the fuckin' cheese trick)

Don't make a sound (Show me where them keys at)

Lay it
coca cola and a can of pepsi
You other muthafuckas just can't impress me

[Verse 2: Shadow Ramirez:]
Have you ever been chased by bacon, or faced with
the laws of physics, Malibu sand, the gorgeous bitches
Weed from 1-2-5, my whole crew live
A true Desperado, one that never choose sides
And show
bein'
You don't wanna motherfuckin'
You don't wanna embrace your destiny
You wanna get by
You don't wanna go into the motherfuckin' dark
Where it's lonely
such a lot of money
Would be funny
Oh, I wish I could be like you
Rikky rock'n' roller

Today a new jet plane
Tonight it's a new hotel
You live in
When you come to down me playa please don't miss
'cause that don't do nothin' but get my trigga finga pissed
If I live I live, if I die it's cool
'cause
on the spot outside
When I put it in park, the homey got a SK aimed at my ride
So I step out slowly, 'body no one fear
He yells, that's Murs I see his beard