Lyrics:
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
Forever rated never outdated
R.F to your projects from Drew Ham to Sudan
When we clap we don't even need two hands
More money more murder more
When I go to war, I dun them
Could be this crew or that crew, I dun them
Could've joined that friend up, I will dun them
Out of town, that's where
I don't wanna live no more
Sometimes I hear death knockin' at my front door
I'm livin' every day like a hustle, another drug to juggle
Another
His crew they doing what they do
Follow orders killem all entire house and families 2
Rise 2 power like a king
Rain of terror in the spring
Weathers
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
it, gives a (uff) I'm a flaunt it
That (haaaa) got niggas thinkin I'm hunted, the bumbell
[Chorus] X 2
[Tech N9ne] (Yukmouth)
Yeah (Live and direct)
ima start bombing this s***
Believe me
You cant see me
By the way i make it easy
Boy we off in this b****
Ooo i cant get tired of making hits
My
can't see me
By the way i make it easy
Boy we off in this b****
Ooo i can't get tired of making hits
My b**** tha bomb i just bring the tick
If you ain't
six-hundred and sixty-six toothpicks
Beat em with two whips; with pieces of broken glass glued to it
Your whole crew get spayed and neutered
As soon as I
Northward MC's take caution
The four Horsemen'll chop your head off wit a sword then
Gallop Northward motherfuckers, yeah
So just abide by, what your ride by
funds up
But I only use my phone for the pay
Double up two by four by eight
Sick with the shit since 64
But don't play no games with
The calls I make
Sex, sex! Freaks, freaks!
'Bout to get nasty in this muh'f..
Where my freaks at? Uh, get live with it
Yeah, uh, let's go
If you wanna f
on ya back
[Hook x2]
Yo, what it look like
You got crack what it cook like
You gotta track, what's the hook like
F is off the hook, right
We stole
say you
Something you ain't and now
Got to come prove it to us
I'm the focus but my name
Should've been mister don't
Give two f****, my brothers
With me
(5) Only strong will survive
(4) Cause we live by the sword
(3) Plus sixty degrees
(2) For the black and the blue
(1) For the sun.. step into
crew a chosen few legit minds
Who live prime shorty's on some fly stuff
Admitted that can't resist mines
Mahogany complexion body probably dressed in
My
Check it out y'all
Ch-ch-check it out y'all
Two, two Live Crew
Two Li, two Li, two Li, two Live Crew
Fresh, fresh, fresh Kid Ice
Tre-treach Dee
*****
I know who you are, I know where you live
This f****** Christmas I've got something to give
It's a sexy hook I think you'll really f****** love
Ain't
These are my hopes
I'm gonna burn slow
I am the light
Come look within me
Jiggy and EmmV
Sorry to go
F*** the crew
You already knew
Been died before
Ain't
fucking limits
Shout out to Uncle Luke
Shout out my bitches too
We the 2 Live Crew
Two for me, two for you (woo)
Feed them bitches carrots
Fuck 'em
I should prolly walk round with a 40 by my side
Not for self defence I’d rather choose the time I die
Live it up everytime that I’m back in the 65
f'd up!
(All my live niggas hit up at your door, let's go)
(Front to the back door, say) We f'd up!
(Chicago, Philly, San Diego) We f'd up!
MC's
The W-Y-C-L-E-F, Wyclef
Through any contest
I'm victorious
Still keep it real, if you will and manifest
Through your skills, not by how many
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