Lyrics:
This is the story of a place that we call home
Where the kids pack heat when it's time to roam
Everybody's on the scramble, life's a gamble
seen all o' y'all comin' in the strip club,
lookin' at all this pussy, me and the boys, me and 2 Live Crew,
Brother Marquis, Mr.Mixx, uhh, Fresh -
Smith Glock 23 hold 22
These hollow tips just like yo father its alot of 'em (him) in you
If you gone slide then take a ride its bout that time boy 10 & 2
Mozzy, Gangland (I'm comin')
They treat us like pharaohs, AK with two barrels
Used to have a bitch sellin' pussy for me on a fare
In the middle
jacks pot to fill in my crates
We laid back chillin' and feelin' the music relates
We on the, to the two hangin' with my crew
Bullshittin' while we
One, two
Go ahead, throw a chain on, nigga
Tell them boys where you came from, nigga
Tell them boys why I stay up late
Tryna say, tryna say,
opened up the door, headed up the stairs
Thought he heard a noise, but no one else was there
First sight he saw, struck him by surprise
Two shots was
can find Us
We live in brooklyn
Coney island's buck whiling and we b-boy stylin
We live in brooklyn
Yeah, on the spot we hustle cause like th-that
crew She think that I'm the one like Derrick Rose
I had to play her too Got rid of your big homie, say who next
Come after player two And now we after
by Wolves Season two
I saved it just for you
Don't worry, if you watched it already it's cool
I won't be upset
But I bet you miss me being able
suarez's book Excellent
Finish thats why those two will never Compare
Cant settle
I conduct heat like metal
Right now I'm boiling ready inner kettle
Around
was Peking
Our skipper's name was Jervis
Well I never met a man like him
He pulled two men out from
The sea, by the hair, in a raging storm
And he kept
pimpin on a pimp ass stall
We back and forth still boy when I shoot that big ass wall
She wanna live boy betta get up on ya guard
Get down on ya knees
thought, it was all in my mind
Reality stuck when I got to the borderline
The headline reads every ghettos sad story
A rookie shoots a boy over mistaken
A Habour Towne just beside the Sea
I was a young boy brought up on fisherman stories
Of Monsters and Myths beyond the horizon
And songs sung
I had a friend was a big baseball player
Back in high school
He could throw that speedball by you
Make you look like a fool boy
Saw him the other
to day cause it's mandatory
Real Crips know the rest of the story, it's like
see-raggin', blue Dickie saggin'
I took out another Slob that's what we
like a Backstreet Boys type thing
Owww Alissa, I can't live without you Oh oh yeah
I'm not feeling that man
Oh what
Nah man I hate the backstreet boys
the things, that's on my mind
When I be sliding by, in my city (in my city)
I'm on a gangsta roll, in my two do' Regal
With four 12's in my trunk
That'll bump
Thoughtless, how everybody still ask why boys are more likely to commit suicide
Be careful with who's allowed in your crew
Careful with these motherfuckers
make men into boys
I destroy your whole family tree
Chop it down
Hip-hop is longer now in this repertoire
Get your wardrobe torn out your closet
Walls
reality what I gat on my mind
Elo sinisanka grind no noo no noo
I live a life of a dreamer
Fresh boy stepping out of high school
I took my first beer
(yeah)
45th Street and blaow-blaow Ave
I done ran through your crew and only let off half, nigga
If you don't live that, you shouldn't say that
heroin
You love my alpha arrogance
2 Live Crew the narrative
There it is
I put that dick in her mouth all day
She got that (dick in her mouth all
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