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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
to dem muthafuckin cluckers

If you want something come and get something (2x)


I got fiends runnin out the fuckin crack house
I'm not P but I
feelin like the best, nobody fuckin with us
We done turned to a bygone don crew
We got the semi Kimora like Djimon Hounsou
A lifetime criminal, live by
that got the shorties in the smash)

Take one (take two) We comin through for your crew
(Who are you?) Talkin about you man (you can't Wu)
But you
oozes, you shouldn't fuck wit crews
That's sick, Aftermath cause we rule shit
I'm Big Hit, don't confuse me wit no other by the flow motherfucker
your man and let him know P'll love to cut his
And n****z is gettin' shot down, two guns up
Double are, S.P. holdin' D block down

You don't live
(Look nigga, you know the name)
(Where we from nigga? 718)
(Brooklyn! M plus O plus P!)
C'mon c'mon, c-c-c'mon!
(M plus O plus P!)

Check it
Quick to burst a child I'm livin' worse than foul
I pack two techs in case ya crew flex
I wet up the set in a second yell who's next
To feel the wrath
(Look nigga, you know the name)
(Where we from nigga? 718)
(Brooklyn! M plus O plus P!)
C'mon c'mon, c-c-c'mon!
(M plus O plus P!)

Check it
a beeper goin' off like a high school bell
Looked in the mirror, what did we see?
Fucking blue lights: L.A.P.D
Pigs searched our car, their day was made
really got to give
Damn I want to live in 2-1-3


It's the Dub S.C. on G parolee
And although deez steadily grinding for cheese
Trunk fulla
[Verse 1:]
We be the live ones
You don't want to try son 
Cause the rhyme come
Like a nine gun
You can die young
Hide lungs
Til the seventh sign come
open and the dog's off the chain

I be that yung'n with that gun-ness, tellin' ya stop frontin'
I be that yung'n on the run, after I pop some'n
it pimpin ever since I saw "The Mack"


We takin' over your city, commanderin' your radio
A.P.B. through your TV and stereo
Saw my man layin' dead on the floor, kid I swore
That our crew will live forever, I guess I was wrong
No, until we meet again,hold ya head and stay
Now I'm the stepdaddy and the son in law
You call me Too $hort they call me too raw
I creep by one room in to the next
Nothin' goin' on but some
to motherfuckin' hurtcha,P 
We checked in date of 1989 
Intertwined with some chips to sign 
On the little dotted line 
It was lovely and the DeNiro was clean
in the ruins do you want to get chewed up? 

shut em down  one round  when the crew is up 

don't pop( 1  2 ) combination  get a swift violation
him D my nigga 
KRS-One, him the President come 
The crew called BDP, Melo-di-di-de-de 

[Ms. Melodie] 
Comin live and direct in full effect 
Live with us H-B 
What what (echo) 

[Chorus: x3]
(B.G.) Niggas in trouble cause the Hotboys behind the trigger 
(Juvenile) You don't want this out
[Background] "I see the horizon the Grate Unknown"

I'm telling you man cut it out
Yo...we embarked on this nocturnal excursion in order
badly, you want confusion, I mean it's useless 
To step to this, we in effect we dangerous 
Contain the mental murderous and ain't afraid to diss 

the a courts
In kendall village, across the bay in fillmore
And in the hills where all the rich folks live
They're in shock we're not failing to vote
of the hardest artists in the world
Freedom of speech got me preaching to every G on the street
We got to eat so fuck the P.D. three striking me
Not liking me want
the dawny(?)
Hard, we live too, just like the 2 Live Crew, me so horny
'cause I'm a choosy thug, you get your booty hugged
Face down, ass up, don't stop, gitty