Lyrics:
against us
Now they taking loss
Only high octane is what I keep in da tank
Wit a sound system by Groot that got magnificent range
We got ladies in the crew
the book
A Mastermind
Never do a thing irrational
Lives forever, these tales are classical
Velvet bow ties, bulletproofs in the tux, when I roll by
In
So I turned my back at God, And become a straight outlaw
I bury down my believing, Without none faith in no one
Lived by street metaphors, Live by
So I turned my back at God, And become a straight outlaw
I bury down my believing, Without none faith in no one
Lived by street metaphors, Live by
two, she bustin Down tonight, I put that on the Crew
Popped a pill so I can feel it too
I'm smokin glue, sipping Something purple outta double Duces
Baby
Frosted steel hanging on my neck
Check my checks, you know I'm back
I just took the flight to Dubai with my crew by my side
Got a girl on my thighs for
We go wow, ba-da-da-dow-da-dah-ow
Either stand tall, just sit the fuck down
All the way from the 2-1-5th to Bucktown
Brace yourself, it's about
to stop the process you know
Cover your chest I'll spray these through your thin vest
Feared like an outlaw from the East, getting stalked by Jim West
For the live ones, not the shook ones
For the riders, not the hook ones
Immaculate conception, like a black Madonna in mangers
My crew consist
Deficiency Syndrome, tombstone
From the graveyard shift, RBL's Mister see
One love, to Rapping Ron and Plan B
Victims of the trigger
Po' out a little
called Phase 2
And let me tell ya something we're a hell of a crew
Once a week we're on the street
Just a-cutting the jams and making it freak
For you
real
Blue devils hauntin' me
They wantin' me yeah
Racks come in by the minute
(The minute)
Party at the graveyard
(Party at the grave yard)
Gravy drip
turn boy to a goon
Onto the graveyard, there's only one stop
We live fast, die from gunshots
In this lifestyle when we sling dope, bust Glocks
Why
the rich
Five, only strong will survive
Four, 'cause we live by the sword
Three, plus sixty degrees
Two, for the black and the blue
One, for the sun,
yo (jump) yo (jump)
(first family) for the two (oh) oh (oh)
Follow instructions! crews, listen!
Who, is it? move (bounce!)
First family move
Live my life by the V code
Being real is all that i know
Being real is all that i know
(x2)
gotta live through it
I break through with my WB crew Q Ball packs
The steel having niggas running
Like fire drills
We sending fronters on permanent
Advocated by the few who do live it
Bloomberg, make a nigga cop the Mossberg
Shorty ain't a shorty, he a Shooter like Wahlberg
Old man told me, don't be,
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
Caller, DTI, Top Producer, Pulse Eskimo
Fuckin' Widda Team
My two lips said "You don't wanna
See a nigga on the scene"
Go on then, what d’ya mean, what d’ya
you know what I'm sayin'? (Yeah)
So I was like aight, yo, can I get into it? (Uh-huh)
My crew down to do it, if she gonna pursue it (uh-huh)
FACECZAR, CZARFACE
This that third world shit
Far from the norm
Always where the action is
Monumental (CZARFACE)
Yo
G by nature, cop a new V
Champagne wishes and caviar dreams
A team that's gettin' C.R.E.A.M
With sales of fishscales from triple beams
I gleam, livin' the live of Riley, packin'
the hive let the pump off
In the graveyard is where you get dumped off
All we wanna do is party (Woo)
And buy everybody at the bar Bacardi (Woo)
Black
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