Lyrics:
blood up in your mouth
There's a lot of killers, but who the hell are you to play in this?
A lot are dead, how the hell you take the pain?
Live with it
birds from my crew and make Erykah Badu my "Bag Lady"
You that crazy? Squeeze, I know you ain't spitting shells
Your hand shake so much it shows up
see the cracks up in the ceiling (say it to me)
You wanna see when you start healing (say it to me)
Oh, what, you don't know what you're feeling (say
the crew
we be havin mad fun
Niggas known me from day one
lifestyles of the rich and shameless
Violat'in they were even nameless
Verse 2
Yo Raff, ring
on the microphone and rip a funky track
Verse 2: Phife
it's the Phife and Shaq mission plus Shaheed's got the goods
making rough daddy jams knocking
four, five
Another week goes by
I'm half alive
I'm getting sick
I'm faking this
I'm over it
Don't wanna wear those suit and tie
I gotta live before I die
vibrations
Hit the pack It's on my hand baby
Fucked up two times maybe
I'm the problem nothing gonna change me
If I'm upset I hit the doobie, you know how I
none fuck with the D-P-Gs
We live (baby)
It was the night, I serve two thousand MCs (baby)
Live (baby)
None can fuck with the DPGs
A-B-C-D-P-G-C,
I can feel it in my veins imma make it to the top
You can’t tell me what 2 do if yo heart ain’t never stopped
Hittin up my dj man let that shit drop
[Chorus: x2]
Ho (Ho)
You'sa Ho (Ho)
You'sa Ho (Ho)
I said that you'sa ho (Ho)
You doing ho activities
With ho tendencies
Hos are your
raise the bucks
Peel money rolls 'til our thumbs get the paper cuts
Chill retardo, South Beach Gallardo
Teals started up, go brr like it's Nardo
last night made about a mil
Did it just by sitting still, Real Perc Demon pop a pill
Say I'm sick nah bitch I'm ill, fuck a bitch til she can't feel
Yeah
Don't hit my line
Don't hit my phone
Yeah
Chop it up in the mix yeah what we doing?
Chop it up how we live? What we pursuing?
Pull up we rocking you know
- damn, thats a cold cut
(Goddamn it Jae, when you finna grow up?)
Man that was out the window when I showed up
Fuck that noise, I'm po'd up
OG Ron
to pass it on
Two years ago, I thought it'd be my last song
Me, Squeaky, Flex and J, on Saratoga Street
Smokin white boys, bumpin dopefiend beats
stubborn
But, baby, I'm the catch, I catch up with you when I can
Need a camera crew, everything we do it should be on film
We came through a hundred
Glory we need the other two to land the crew
Commander Glory the hero of they day it's going to be you
We're going to have to make a statement and you
And even the gringos
Yo, check it one for Charlie Hustle, two for Steady Rock
Three for the forth-coming live future shock
It's five dimensions, six
the seats in the Maserati
Always keepin my head up in the clouds
Top service on a flight out to Bali
I ain't never worried though
Two live crew sippin Four
(Helluva made this beat, baby)
Don't need no friends, I can run it up alone
Every week, a new mission
Got me rushin' to my goal
In the streets, it
a square
And if you dare to come near you can get blinded by the glare
Oh yeah
I've been this hard, it's been miles
I own this house, it's been mine
I came
a victim to make sure he wins
He got the crew's back up and they know where the truth is
I've tried to love that woman but she played me sick
She said am too
Cause Ima need that right back
Turned the crib to a trap then turned it back
Cause baby girl can't live like that
They thought that I lacked I had
eternal slumber or change
It's one of two ways, I won't remain to live in this pain
Holding back the strap now, gotta rain check
But I won't fully back
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