Lyrics:
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
navy, two hundred zero ad
Still live shit, spit to divide cliques on some wise guy shit
Same chick from the ?, pretty eyes lips, thighs hips everything
weighted words to ignite the world of my rhymes
I draw my landscape radiated by moonshine
On foot on the stage, one in your face, both feet in my realms
I
boy dem bad
You don't wanna ride
Why you on the block?
Send a boy home like tag
See us on your block
Two shanks up
About 10 man dash
Them man
on the block?
Send a boy home like tag
See us on your block two shanks up
About 10 man dey dash them man ain't on piss
Them man ain't on trash
Them man ain't
where
Your motherfuckin' body lies (Boom)
Drop your body in the dirt
While your mama cries (Yeah)
Eyes on the prize, fat titties and thighs
(What) y'all
Crack your oven but I'm done
Surprise!
CHORUS X2 [Choclair] (Saukrates)
(What you want, from me)
(Nigga, Nigga)
When ever I move eyes glued
I drop shit
on the game
I suppose what you're spittin' is flames, cowards
Knew your crew was vaginal, I could smell the dooch powder
Summer's Eve, I drop degrees chill
She partakes
Am I seein somethin
Head's clash
Swallows that
Oh she said it's nothing
To the room
Drop 20
You ain't see nothing
Drops her draws
Looks
love is the law that we live by
Day by day I wonder why my shorty had to die
I reminice over my ghetto princess everyday
Give it up for my shorty
jewel
We bout to blow up, got your nose up
You could catch a blocka-blocka try to stop or hold us
And your block a whole bust, live news
Ride through
the Outlawz
Bad Azz representin' the L.B.C. Crew
What you wanna do?
You know how we do it
Time goes by
? puffin on lye
Hopin that it get me high
Got
BY MONEY McN:
MEMORcBLE LINES: (1) “Tears Drop, when you walk, through your block; (2) You have a decision, you can run and drop, where your man got
And if you really, feel some type of way about it
Run up in your hood, then I'll shoot my fuckin way about it
This Jersey Mob, Outlaw, Akwylah
To my crew
of them old cock mags I bought down fcukin town centre
I works hard all day selling the draw
Drinking the beer and being chased by the law
I gets in from
y'all motherfuckers don't want to do none (x2)
In the light never see a nigga like me, things collide inside
Open your eyes wide and see
Don't want
two
She got on my knees and blew me like a flute
I pop out with that glizzy what you wanna do
I call up my twizzy ready to spin your crew
All black ski
magnificent, San’ll get
To movin’ crowds quicker than A-K’s with banana clips
As your reign falls I’m two steppin’ on rain drops
Me and mine are stealin’
Shit you won't find at old navy, two hundred zero ad
Still live shit, spit to divide cliques on some wise guy shit
Same chick from the ? , pretty eyes
know that I
Live and die for the things I do slang
I use breakin' down mics and destroyin' crews.
1-2-1-2 uh
1-2-1-2 mic check 1-2-1-2
1-2-1-2
Draw we don't squeeze, and SUV's on two-fours with t.v.'s
Probably with your b****, playin the backseat
And you know I hit it, ain't the type to chill
who lives forever"
"Fuck y'all, you don't impress me and no one can test me,
An emcee so ill I got AIDS scared to catch me"
[Verse 2]
Canibus
what I do
You go get your crew, and I'll go get my crew
Cruisin', laid back, drop top, next fling
Head noddin' to the bomb, you got it goin' on
Say ooh,
I'm a killer by the way a nigga bleed
Forever TRU I'm gone roll to your motherfuckin' city
If I come to a show I've got a hundred thugs with me
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