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with me
But somehow, our bass still reaches the street

As long as we got it, you can get it
People want the bass, so some try to steal it
From behind
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
You can look me up and down, and my DJ too
Because we make up the boogie down productions crew
Takin' out MC's on the 1, 2, 3
No matter who they
[Featuring Black Spooks] 

Yo wake up it's the D crew up in here with the Black Spooks 

And we bout to drop it on y'all...y'all best get a clue
cities with large moons
Faith healers, ex-female drug dealers and art booms
Apologize for my weird mix
What taste like hot dogs and tear drips
And looks
mix, we clashing 
Make moves, handle your biz 
Gun po's, take action, reach for those 
Long chrome noses up my gun blows 

Your legs turn noodles,
is something we must do
And it won't' take long
It won't take too long at all
It won't take long 
May say
I don't know if I want to know what
Yo heard, with my head I cock it, and rock it like that brother in colors 
Cause I want y'all to live, my crew is 2 Live, we sneakin' to the rear
lay
Hard from the joint but fly to my heart
I didn't want trouble but the shit had to start
Out with my crew, some punks got loud
Shot gun blasts
long, it won't take too long at all,
It won't take long, and you may say,
"I don't know if I want to know what you're getting at,"
And it makes we want
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
somebody up like Vicks 
Purchase ism by the bricks 
Plus I brick city hoes I picks 
All in yo mix as I ease betwixt 
Like sitcom vix be greasin' dicks
against the family

[Kane]
Agh! Its been a long time we shouldn't of left you
Still in the ghetto with some metal with some metal to wet you
No Limit
figurative
I can wish it into existence, god want this nigga to live
Blunt big as a dread, I get high and forget who bled
Who we stomp-kicked in the head
around, bring your whole crew on tour
Fuck around, turn you 'to my west coast girl
Until they book a show in NYC
Gotta fly back east where the city don't
at night
God damn I'm high, my doctor told me to stop
And he gave me something to pop
I mix it up with some Adderall's and I wait to get to the top
And I mix
realistic
Nothing is figurative
I can wish it into existence
God want this nigga to live
Blunt big as a dread
I get high and forget who bled
Who we
I slaughter ballers, send players to their grave
And I'm takin' out all you bloodsuckers like Blade (aghh!)
I'm from the city that left the Liberty
something more than anyone could think of me
Do what you want I'm still gon' live my destiny
I've got one chance to live my life
And as long as I'm alive I
yo yo 

[Chorus: x 2]
You Don't See Us, but we see you 
You stuck on sleep, get on your P's and Q's 
'Cause you will get crept, wit no discrept
open up accounts for 'em, we bounce tour in
Major cities, arenas, headline with big time singers
Cop Ferraris with navigational screens
Guide us
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
or at least beep the Lord, but didn't have a touch-tone
It's a dog-eat-dog world, you gotta mush on
Some of this land I must own
Outta the city, they want us
are left in limbo
'Cause one loco bro chose to dispose of you
And your skinhead crew
I ain't a house nigga with a twenty-two
I dump a hollow-point
in limbo
'Cause one loco bro chose to dispose of you
And your skinhead crew
I ain't a house nigga with a twenty-two
I dump a hollow-point slug in