Lyrics:
in a Ford van
Let these niggas know I'm a give em a permanent suntan
Walk in your studio session
Damage your crew in the vocal booth with
I'm an Angel in dust
Dirt on me stained from the mud
But I turned that clay into grub
Serve plates to the munch's
I can feed a banquet with just
Two
Baby girl I got my hoodie up
You slept with the crew thought this was love
Two Years' worth of gold in the dust
My heart is so cold what the fuck
it's Busta Bust
In God We Trust another one bites the dust
[Busta]:
Hey Ramp, fuck that!
I was 'bout to see this cat
Some niggas pulled up in a black
If Pirus and Crips all got along
They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song
Seem like the whole city go against me
Every time I'm in
and murder in their eyes
A fervent fever
to control the just
To pound freedom into dust
Damn you damn you all Damn you You planned the fall
Damn you damn
two
Livin down the street where BIG got shot
I hunt you
And the very next day where Pac met his fate
It's how we live our life, surrounded by Che
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friends and my crew
Makes it definitely special (a-one, two, a-one, two)
Now there's no Shiny Happy People in the crew we play the rough
I got
landscape, of broken rocks
Whether heard in herb spots, jukebox or malt shops
Uncut live, drop eighty-five, in one shot
Spotlight hits the metal mic, majority
crown king of instrumentals
Beats r leavin feet stuck up in your dentals
Lord n ruler of every beat thats sent to
Poesh wonder by way of my man BQ
Pushin
wisely grin
So I surmise that writing rhymes will help me try to live again
Up in the minds of all my friends
And in websites where I get clicks
But I'm
knuckles
I’m busy
Breaking the sound barrier to move the cosmos
And planetary bodies while bodying instrumentals, I’m
God
Body in a God Gundam, that’s Domon
a fifty two box, original tick in the mind
Listenin to 'Pac and them drop with a prestigious design
My niggaz is dimes, my bitches is dimes
I came up
how I reach my potential
I stay on the hunt for dope tracks and instrumentals
Travel the world, found black diamonds in the Everglades
Fought
him D my nigga
KRS-One, him the President come
The crew called BDP, Melo-di-di-de-de
[Ms. Melodie]
Comin live and direct in full effect
Ms.
recruitin' to bring mo' troops in
Niggas don't be doin' what they 'posed to do
They betta post on the corna with the busta crew
Playin' games I used to play
test
Got DJ Scott LaRock by my side, not in back of me
'Cause we make up the Boogie Down Productions crew faculty
Get it right, or train yourself not
a crew
Not 5 not 4 not 3 (Just two!)
In the beginning, let it be like the record spinning
As a child I stack 45's in a pile blow the dust off
Put it
drug!
(Tormented)
want to live my life in a day (What I meant is)
Drugs help escape the flame and pain (THC)
Roll it, light it, now you smoke your weed (I
SENSE
instrumental
*IN THE END
instrumental
*RISING
31 seconds and we're gone for auto sequence start
t minus ten seconds
4 - 3 - 2 - 1 - ignition
in the basement and that's no exaggeration
So this hell I'm bout to unleash is by thy own making
Craft it, hell or high water - paper or plastic
Cash
or buses.
Please stay home if you don't need to travel.
Please stay home if you don't need to travel.
Two goats are roaming along the N line tracks in
snoop crown on the vic
Crown on my wrist, crown on my bitch
And a couple crowns on my crew
Keeping pounds of the blue
Ivory in it, tsunami in it when I be
a notch or two or watch my crew murder ya
Yo hold the phone, tone niggas like That's raps are prone
To dissasemble members only who think they're grown
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