Lyrics:
Bout to do the damn thing you know
1, 2, it's live
I'm about to take these boys back to the dirty
Back to the mud
Some of these old country ass
run to the law
That's why I can't even run 'less I run with a four
or I walk with a three, come and talk to 'em P
You can catch me down bottom with
on two-fifth
Rolling with the number one clique
We just ripped our first hit
Had the ride and all that
But the night was so fat
We trooped to to get the black
D.E.E.P.
[Chorus: x2]
[Big Boi]
Well, you want me to get D.E.E.P., well then, I will
What? What will happen if you shoot that nigga and don't kill
you real, because that feeling eventually
Gon shrivel up, when reality turns it into misery
And you niggaz is killing me, with your wanna-be-me's
You
Chorus:
One, two, Jurassic Crew
What we bout to do, brothers have no clue
Three, four, tear down the door
And give the party people what they came
One, two, Jurassic Crew
What we bout to do, brothers have no clue
Three, four, tear down the door
And give the party people what they came here
the Outlawz
Bad Azz representin' the L.B.C. Crew
What you wanna do?
You know how we do it
Time goes by
? puffin on lye
Hopin that it get me high
Got
'Bout to do the damn thing you know
1, 2, it's live
I'm about to take these boys back to the dirty
Back to the mud
Some of these old country ass
this cash
Will I be subject to kill, live my life by a gat
Just when I think I made it out, the street is calling me back
Chorus:
(Nature)
I
with hoes they all be with it
Ball till i slip up, middle fingers up
Ten toes on the couch i be wildin'
They say they feel a nigga style and
Had me in
with me, now move your hips with me, now make it dip for me
Now will you ride for me? Will you die for me?
Will you jump off a cliff and hit the sky
bond
Test the crew with the guns and let's get this shit on
Why, must I be like that? Why, must I pack the gat?
On my left, niggaz be rollin with
Brush off me
Cause I'm tryna live my best life
New vibes
New Style
New Me
Living in my luxury
Fresh off a Groupon
I found a space out by the lake
I'm
Yo this blunt is for all the niggas that was in the
Holding pen with me in central booking
Welcome to the system
(Ha ha ha ha! Yeah!
Straight motherfuckin' ballin'
Part 2, Still Ballin'
Westside
Now ever since a nigga was a seed
Only thing promised to me was the penitentiary,
shit how we slide
No lacking in my ride
We live it ain't no tried
They show me love while I'm alive
A gangster in disguise
This chopper I will rise
Stuff
a nigga want beef
Do what I want with that Lambo
'Cause I did what I want with that 10-speed
High speed
Green light, can't stop me
Came from the bottom
mind over matter it's got a true-school-blue
betty cracker made it better
poindex the flex to track by Busta
with a little bit of sore from
nigga alive
(It's do or die) The motto that I live by
(It's suicide) Testin me line for line
(So who am I?) The one and only Myke Miers (2x)
[ VERSE 2
Crazy life, playa pays the prize, believe me
The ground knows taste of my blood, don't feed me
With the mark cheep talk
Don't sleep dawg
With the crew
around
They try to ride me like a carousel
It's 2 am and your boo is
Hitting up my cell
You up? (Whatcha doing?)
You up? (How ya been?)
You up? (Hey,
fine for this life
I wonder if they tryna come by for the night
Hit em with the addi got them mobile with a ride
Kev back in town so you know we finna
diamonds in silver
Or this platinum? You acting
Stacking, style sweet
Me? I'm on Canal Street wit wild heat
Tryin' to make my child eat
Poke and Tone
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