Lyrics:
brother number two
Nite and Polk with a win for the whole crew
Spreading joy to the city with these beats and rhymes
Got me feeling like a mufucking beast
these herbs and they fake crew don't live to regret that
Hook:
This is something for your stank behinds and washed minds
If you front
nigga alive
(It's do or die) The motto that I live by
(It's suicide) Testin me line for line
(So who am I?) The one and only Myke Miers (2x)
[ VERSE 2
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
[Verse 1]
One for the devil two for my God
Father please forgive me while I rock this broad!
(Tormented)
I've been lovin coochie since it was
What y'all know about this fab shit, huh?
TE baby come on, uh-huh Trackmasters uh-huh
Look we can shop together mama, his and hers
Fifth Av.
was bussn em down
He ain’t want a dolla bak just pay the water bill
I couldn’t afford a spot he threw me the camper to live
DOPE boys at the shop
'em down
Turn 'em into shopping malls the hood is like a ghost town
Haunted by souls who thought that time stood still
Just live your life
slippin' while I'm out slidin
They say it's funk in town, but these niggas steady hidin
And Switchy got it a 30, it is not concealed I'm the one, mainline,
by the day
It's a slippery slope unless
We have our say
Slash the champagne-budget
Put their party on ice;
Stop treating lives like
A roll
the neighborhood niggas love
Pimps, players, suckers, hoes, poor thieves, gangsters, and thugs
Two hood rats were scrappin' over who knows what
The loudmouth one
But I'll put politics in rap
Do the math
This is Al Gore Rhythm
This crew rapping at the back of Al's Store Rhythm
I'm the truth on a mic
Lyrics bag
the dawny(?)
Hard, we live too, just like the 2 Live Crew, me so horny
'cause I'm a choosy thug, you get your booty hugged
Face down, ass up, don't stop, gitty
the dawny(?)
Hard, we live too, just like the 2 Live Crew, me so horny
'cause I'm a choosy thug, you get your booty hugged
Face down, ass up, don't stop, gitty
grade, no Reggie Miller, uh
iPhone one, pull up take it, uh
By iPhone two, get it with the crew
iPhone eight, niggas had the Drac' (dot-dot-dot)
these niggas fake the funk
Live by the gun gon die by the gun
I can just tell who real by the jump
Im watching my back cause these niggas front
17 youngin
scared by the way that I dress
Unlike you I couldn't afford to shop at Macy's or Penny's
So it's off to the swap meet for a fresh pair of Dickey's
So what
The pen, the sword, in accord
I got a taste for both
Original blows are critical
Rarely play the tropes
I live my life by the way
The one that I
La Vie!
(nigga what?!)
[Verse 2: Phats Bossalini]
I got it planned out
day by day clutchin my fifth
confident
realizin I've sinned
that's
"One two, testing one two
Alright party people in the place to be
The party has already started
An-an-an-and it's about to il-il-il-ill"
Let me
Storefront churches next to the chicken shop
Across the street from the liquor spot
That's juxtaposition, ahk
Thirty-two shots in my Glock I don't listen
quite some
time and erm I hooked up with em like and pretty fcukin safe like,
fcukin GLC crew, safe.
(Rapped)
We're back and we're in demand
Im fcukin
laugh again when they don't understand what I mean, bias
Everybody seen by us
Everybody wanna live a life like this
Man fuck that, do what's good for
Braintax:
First of all for all the heads who don't know by now
I'm gonna start from the top and break it all right down
My moniker is Braintax when
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