Lyrics:
to your knees like a sit-up, bitch
Get too live for the crew, Two-9
We're the new 2 Live Crew, give up, bitch
Send 'em all to Hell, (?)
Spit it like
To see how much wreck we'd create
'Cause there ain't no party like a 2 Live Party
'Cause a 2 Live Party don't stop!
So come
name is, man we got a real crew, we got
Motherfuckers over here rapping for real, eat pussy on records and
Shit, that shit ain't what's happening, we
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
Caller, DTI, Top Producer, Pulse Eskimo
Fuckin' Widda Team
My two lips said "You don't wanna
See a nigga on the scene"
Go on then, what d’ya mean, what d’ya
Wommer!
ARTHUR: Go and tell your master that we have been charged by God
with a sacred quest. If he will give us food and shelter for
the night he can
Big Moe]
It's them boys off that Long Drive
That nigga D-Mo
[Verse 2: D-Mo]
Getting crunk on tha real-a
I'm a nigga be smoking that killa
Because we
Big Moe]
It's them boys off that Long Drive
That nigga D-Mo
[Verse 2: D-Mo]
Getting crunk on tha real-a
I'm a nigga be smoking that killa
Because we
enemies that's RIP only tactic
But if by chance we kill each other our souls'll go at it
See I'm doggin' the triple six it's death bt the sword
I told satan
a gun it's old P, new P
Prob'ly layin' in the sun
Prob'ly on a PI, if I call you king
I ain't talkin' 'bout rap, nigga
That status go to BI
You can fuck
tons
Heavy load I came to tip scales
Deadly raw I came with Fish scale
Perico no this a big whale and
Its ready go bro this ship has sailed
Becky knows
booed up like Ella Mai
And ain't no doubt she gone let me Pu Insai
Nine, six, seven, two, oh
She know the deal she go with the flow
Chilling in Uka with
booed up like Ella Mai
And ain't no doubt she gone let me Pu Insai
Nine, six, seven, two, oh
She know the deal she go with the flow
Chilling in Uka with
booed up like Ella Mai
And ain't no doubt she gone let me Pu Insai
Nine, six, seven, two, oh
She know the deal she go with the flow
Chilling in Uka with
hitman I want you dead ya crew dead
If I go in my bag like you did blllllllat!
I'll air this bitch out and
That's on my two kids
Truth is, this not gon' go
why'knowhati'msayin?
We ain't goin loopy, we're goin freaky
We gonna funk it track for track
Dangerous Crew style
Ant Banks let me flip this one more time
Ya ready
Ladies and gentlemen
Right here on tonight's stage
We're gonna have two savage minds
Two ruthless battlers two gruesome souls
Go live, right here
In
bitch
Fuck an eighth, go four-miles for an oz
Zip high as fuck and we lit
Down and loud but unless it's your hit
We ain't Giving back no lip
So take that
about thug shit
?Talk about huh? that's what we talk about thug shit
Now it's a symphony
Without me on it, it ain't a symphony
My crew shit on cats
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
a year to two years actually. By the
time you lot are listening to this, which is February, I mean as we know Can I Play With Madness was
released the 2
still shown, every song
Punks due to not live too long, Pastor Troy and now it's on
My nigga fuck what ya say (We Ready!)
Ain't no more play in GA (We
ready they ready we ready
We ready we ready
Rip jeans and my polo HCO be that logo
Wheat timbs not laced up nauti fresh by the boat load
Red head red
own two
No crew just see what this Mac-11 gon do
Plenty bodies gon be dropping soon
As I come through
Hop out let it rip head slugs go threw
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