Lyrics:
all up just like a thermos
And if I'm not able to vent every once in a while I might just lose it
Antisocial, dealing with some shit, two different
there were two gangs
Not enough, but too much changed
Too [?] strings and we are caught in the middle
Forever lost in the process [?]
Somebody ask what do
J-Ro from tthe Likwit Crew
Hurricane G:
So what nigga is it you want to do
J-Ro:
My flow is metaphorical
Historicly correct
What do you
we're not the ones
Brothers are flipping, some other suckers are tripping
Yeah, you gotta take a whipping to see that I'm live and kicking
I'm
to the two, but we're not the ones
Brothers are flipping, some other suckers are tripping
Yeah, you gotta take a whipping to see that I'm live
a what you want you need find
it where az party jumpin every where at 4 am we don't care that's the
way we play & that's the way its going to stay.
some things just stay the same
Shakor Stevenson my name come from punching shit
Tell the coach to leave us in we shooting ain't no dunking shit
Fiends
the 5, by King Sun with the Sword
(Yeah, yeah, we got it goin on) (3x)
(We got it goin on)
[ VERSE 2 ]
It's the King of a kingdom, descendant of King
Honxho Dragic
I’m wrapping da gas in da plastic
Get da pack gone like magic
You don’t want no static
I let them shots off at your crew, I’m tryna see who
Turn on that barbeque
Cause we about to drop some bars for you (go!)
You grab the beef and you mix it up
With salt and pepper and garlic stuff
(Don't
Ball, Ball calls the crew
We met up at the Penthouse, and Paris Round 2
Do , you know the code to the fence, if you don't
Then move on cause you ain't
scraps
But now I'm on some click-clack
Keep your eyes on the cash, gimme that
Where they at, y'all niggaz want it
We right here, let me make myself
Grand for the jeans
A couple hundred for the tee
People die by the gun
I'mma live for the cheese
Money boys is the mob
And everybody with me
Living life
on the 2
You can end up in a New York City sewer on the news
Depending how you really really blending with my crew
Never switching sides I'don ever have
out
To the skit, on the D&D-project, blew the shit out
By accident, we do some shit on the mic
That a kid is convicted in Interstate, trapped again
all the kids
Hope I see 25, cause I just want a little kid
With the life I live, hella wrong, I'm stuck up in some shit
Bro talk stupid, pin him
nothing locked its all for me
Its for you see we gotta move and we gotta
Prove fuck the jewels man want houses and swimming pools
Never lose in my crew we
And I know two of the sweetest words are Welcome home
Welcome home
Well come home and we will welcome you with arms and smiles wide
Well come home and we
now I'm on some click-clack
Keep your eyes on the cash, gimme that
Where they at, y'all niggaz want it
We right here, let me make myself clear
Nigga we
We won't forget you let a brother try to dis you
I swear to god he better have a blade and plus a pistol
Forever miss you got babies that want
it out
Realizing too much, I know why people doubt
In the hood, you a rat, no Mickey Mouse
Too poor, I'm just tryna live in a house
These people
got a ounce in the bag every-time I Vacuum
You all sizzle no steak If we beefing its Wagyu
Written in stone, Medusa done made you a statue
All black
forget my crew
Shoutout to myself, cause my circle too small
Bitch, we ball, live my life by any means
Used to take many beans
Not too many texts sent
you ain't nothing new
looking for a problem tell the homies what it do
want some ash in the trap
hit my phone and we're through
mad that we met
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