Lyrics:
It's impactful, because I've got mad pull
To know I've got two in the crew but the pack's full
I'd only raise my hand to slap a high five
The fact is I
why can’t I have 2 wives
Mr. Live 2 lives
I pull up by myself
I give a damn if the crew ride
Yesterday I split your bitch
I guess now you got two
What's your favourite scary movie?
Live from the dungeon, we coming
Y'all besta be running, we coming
Y'all don't want none of this gun an'
I don't
I noticed when I walked in
The room went dark
Somebody better call the police
There's a guy here with no heart
He said he goes by the name
mostly about famous people
Who died and will soon fade away
Still the camera crews will fill the pews of the cathedrals
Swept up by the same mortal play
tribes
Who live
Show your love, word up
Yo Word up, show your love
Show your love, word up
Yo Word up, show your love
Verse 2
I notice you
Doin your
"I can break it down like whatever you want"
Buckshot Shorty (2x)
[Verse 1]
All glocks down arriving is the bulletproof lyricist
are rood boy
to claim the title.
They want to be the bad man thug, 'cause that's their idol
Don't live by the life your not supposed to be livin, ...?
'cause 1 can
yearning
Respect is a given but living we all earning
Wanna live the type of life that I drive a two seater and wife tight
She can't put junior in the back
do, you
Grab her by her neck, throw her on the wall
Say, "Bitch don't ever disrespect me, never not at all"
These simple words can put a pause
your finger pop
Ah to the tic toc tic tic tic tism
Live and direct is the rebels of rhythm
On your radio turn up the stereo cause it's working
goes for bad reviews, good reviews (uh-huh)
Any press, the news, I don't watch the two, I watch for crews
"Triple Optic" cockpit views
Bird's eye,
goes for bad reviews, good reviews (uh-huh)
Any press, the news, I don't watch the two, I watch for crews
"Triple Optic" cockpit views
Bird's eye,
too live
I just got done doing Burbank
Feel like I'm on a show living 2 lives
Tru that Tru that
Pour the Cristal won't get your boo back
I Carrey that
your flesh hold
Thirty-two, or whatever the tech holes
My dirty crew rather hawk you to death rather than talk you to death
'Cause listenin' is like
niggaz is flaming gats at my circle
I catch you, my first reaction is to hurt you
I hit your bird too, two in your scalp then you out
Your thug crew
Look
I feel blessed
Way up, I feel blessed
Way up, I feel blessed
Straight up
Look, I live the life I deserve, blessed
Fuck a vacay, I feel
the money, was a no-show
Pop up crew, walkin' through a funeral
Like big dance six 'cause I'm big, oh
To be honest, won't live long
But while I'm here I
Yeah, what up
[the show is over]
Welcome to the final frontier
Soul position
Rjd2 on the beats plus myself, blueprint, on the
Rhymes
[the
these are our lives, our families are connected
The Ice Cube summer vacation is takin' place
Right around the way from where I stay
The mold from
the freedom of these
People by any means necessary
Yeah, new Malcolm X, by any means
I learned from what I seen, had a dream
'Til it turned to a nightmare
The flame, the hustle, the pain, the redness in my eyes
When the pressure comes down, you throw the towel in
But for me and my crew that's where the work
on the wire and shit, that's all
Now everybody's back in the groove, echo chamber
"Check one two, one two" that's my favorite
Strobe lights is live, Pink
pops and moms
Tell em Im a good kid
Catholic raised
Knowin i went to public school
And sweared and got blazed
Even weed when i got a whole two
And that
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