Lyrics:
death
They throw their dice for the crew
She wins the mariner and he belongs to her now
Then, crew one by one
They drop down dead, two hundred men
death
They throw their dice for the crew
She wins the mariner and he belongs to her now
Then, crew one by one
They drop down dead, two hundred men
left us
Well he's gone and life goes on, you know
We had a crew, but one by one we go
Memories of his face that was full of joy
Rock-a, Rock-a bye,
Faded off the kush I'm gone
Only two years old when daddy brought them hookers home
Looking like my grandma, my niggas got that ammo
We jack son
One motherfucker, two motherfuckers
Three motherfuckers
Fo' - wanna squab with me
Over they motherfuckin hoe
Tell 'em like this
Ya better get up off
Verse 1:
Uh, yo
Her shoes straight was hooker
Don't play, I cook it, what's shakin' sugar
I'm gettin' cake, fetti, cheddy, makin' mucke
She said she
the pack, finesse that then I get a next pack
Roll on your block with the MAC turnt up
Five in the .38 spin, two bells in that gauge
Live corn in my gun
Everybody know the drill
Doves cry when thugs die
But dude we kept it real
Did the time, pump the steel, read a book
Gainin skills
Learn you can live by
You ain’t out here making moves
Live it up that’s what we do
Trademark The Block that’s my crew
I do not know about you
You wanna see what we bout
I saw it coming, I was aware from earlier
This crew's watching me, they all envy
It's cool, keep watching me i will burn ya
I'm just tryna live but
shout-out to my man
MC Homicide and DJ Fatal!
Twin one and two my man Milk!
My man Fred Dawg, the O.G.B. crew!
Y'all know how we flow
And I'm a drop it like
Lincoln continental
I'm the mouth that roared swore to the lord
The eye of hawk both live and die by the sword
The forbidden the six man be sinnin'
Purchased the silk tie
This is words to live by, watch your words
Cause words trigger the trigger
Herbs get killed by
Shut up it's two shooters
Bet I can give
out
The whole country by Khaled to rap on BET
Guess he saw me as the best man
619 to 858 to 760 I'm reppin'
San Diego to all you foreign
Daygo's what we
slang I use
breakin' down mics
and destroyin' crews.
1-2-1-2 unhh............ 1-2-1-2 mic check 1-2-1-2
1-2-1-2 unhh............ 1-2-1-2 mic
the first light since birth
Since we live amoung demons also known as Government
Gangsters… and hookers made to walk the cement
But I (I), Kardinal know
of discussion
Say yuh got a big tool
But do no bussing
Hooker face ass Hebrew
Suck a dick
Get fucked from di back
I roll with di squad counting stacks (Anay)
The way that I search for them boys on the backstreet (One)
And what the fuck's rap (Turn turn)
When I'm still live in the T
Just last night I had to flush
with America's #1 DJ, Funkmaster Flex
In collaboration with America's, pardon me, #1 independent rap label, Dipset
And right now I'm accompanied by
They say I'm lonely…
Nah I call it solitude
Now I'm right here without a crew
And I'm still making solid moves
Most can't separate the two
They say
you to area 51
And get you kidnapped by aliens
I got a thought
You've been a thot
I got a thought bitch
You've been a thot
Dating two guys at the same
And get mental
Pop the track eight track lincoln contniental
I'm the mouth that roared
Swore to the Lord
The eye of hawk
Both live and die by
involved - act like it is
My chain light gray like trash can lids
If one of y'all take my chain - none of y'all live
You like, "I ain't do it Shells", One
all went away...
It all went away...
Cause the Uncle wouldn't pay..
pt 1 C1
It was a sad sad day, when mix, he went away
The 2 Live Crew would
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