Lyrics:
playin for Doc
Drip like a river, might soak up ya socks
Been so on go, how the hell I'ma stop
His main bih say I'ma god
Straight out the womb, momma say
a live show
c'mon now you gon' go?
[Verse 2: KRS-One]
I'm still standing, demanding playing my lex jammin'
Cats want to really see me start
Brought me back some orange juice, two vitamin C's
And the look on my face look like a painful disease
They tasted awful but by that time I had a jawful
education
I live my life by the code of the funk
600 watt amps, 18's in the trunk
When I'm on the street, you
Gotta feel my beat, so
Throw your hands up if
enthusiast, bro
I can't pour no less than four
Still on the block, sendin' runs
If he live by it
Then his ass gon' die by the gun
Man, I wanna be the greatest
Wendy Williams, ooh
Catch 'em at the club sipping, fuck around they missing, hold on
Big pimping, iced out my crew now my mission complete
Pimp C, I
ya livin' only fo' the mad cash by cuttin'/
Spittin' on tracks with no rhythm/
(Vocal sample) You love me//
Verse 2: Optimus
It's I, The flippa,
RITA ELLERBY
V1 8
Rita Ellerby on her way to grade school ,
Passing by jits rocking 2 live crew,
Rita Ellerby on her way back home,
OG'S under trees
a give your ass answers, only God can know
I don't post on blocks or newsfeeds
I stay in one spot it shots or lose two Gs
And I got everything a crew need
(That's Me)
That nigga mean muggin' in them club (That's Me)
You know that nigga, that just don't give a fuck
(That's Me)
And if you playin' wit that boy
have a glass of milk, and a cookie
Cause to me you're just a rookie
In my world, playin my game
To hang with the Nice you must be insane
I reign/rain
Ey, look man, you, you can unblock me now
I know you- I got the message
You can unblock me now, I know you remember me
You gotta stop playin
Told you
red
Won't stop til I'm dead (Aye)
I bring the heat (Heat)
I bring the flames (Flames)
I bring the pain I ain't playin' no games (Yeah)
I ain't okay til
Yea that's me in your rearview
On the 95 at 2 no curfew
Goin fast and i pasS the city just goin through
I'm comin out the turnpike bout to end your
Call my boy Poppa see to put a slug in your vest
Check, I walk around the street with the black tec nine
By the waistline, kickin' the hype shit
So turn
if I bought you a Range?
I got one or two of those, nothin gon' change
For nothin else, you gotta live with yourself
Try and lie on Hov' cause
there will be none
I am the one
Uh-huh, okay, I see how we playin
Yeah, I get it down , anxiously the public can't wait
Niggaz had to have it way before
and say, "Boy, watch yoself!"
But I can't trip, mama, cause I live for myself
And if I die on the streets, then it's my time to go
But if I live to see
gettin sick of this
What's up yeah today with you
That's where my worry is
Gimme One
Gimme two
Gimme three four five
How many times
Can I live this life
And not stuck at home
I'm glad we went out
And not stuck at home
Just you and me
Out on the floor
1, 2, 3, let's go
Damn, you do it like that
You live in my
Check, 1-2
Yo', you're tuned in to Koffee Brown
This time we takin' it to the clubs Uh-oh, that's right
First it was Naughty, then it was Next,
you do, Snitch
Cause you will get hit, pray I don't face you, yeah
Obie Trice [Verse 2]:
We started out as a crew, in one speak, it's all
222 I got 2 hands I got 2 shoes
I got 2 plans to beat to ass if you come fuckin with my crew
I got 2 bands locked up in stocks I gotta hold em till
they in Hollyhood
I catch a nigga slipping I'm popping two in his hood
[Chorus] (Ja Rule)
This life we gon' live it up
When the dough gets tough we
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