Lyrics:
See what I'ma do is, like...
I just kinda want to be able to, you know...
Smoke by myself,
Without kinda being bothered by what a motherfucker had
pager
You go find witness in a two trap conquest
They'll know it everywhere we wanna do this
You see, you gotta understand that things going cycle
get the digits to my new spot
not the old gotta new flaw
come in pairs like 2 socks
me and you against the world like 2pac
and i hope you got your crew
themselves
cuz, I'm the best, I believe in my damn self
So, then what you gon' do
I'ma pop off with the crew
So, then what you gon' do
I'ma drop that heat too
This here's for the radio edit
We just got an X Rating
Imma gone and wet it
Yeah
Wait a minute baby
Wait a minute baby
Two strokes to the right
sellin' radios and toasters by the trunkful
See, every man she ever messed would wind up dead
Some might fall in jail, others runnin' from
not a game
He getting beat by the whole city but he still on live screaming gang
Juvie you know that shii a shame
These n***** doing anything for
I'm not afraid
To take a life away
Could tell you fake by your face
Your actions prove theres no brain
In your head
Just empty space
You live the same
working at a new pace
So much money on the road I ain't even had a minute
Not a single second chilling in my new place
Motherfuckers getting two-faced
Cause
Dogg Pound, LA zuu
Shit ain't even real no more
(Ain't nothing stop, don't stop
That's for damn sure)
Holla at my homie Pac and shit
(I heard 2Pac fucked
out the intervention (do it)
I'm in dimension, two by sixteen's
You all broke LP niggas threw in the bay
A bit of head-bobbin', weave and all
Pit
fucking limits
Shout out to Uncle Luke
Shout out my bitches too
We the 2 Live Crew
Two for me, two for you (woo)
Feed them bitches carrots
Fuck 'em
sign is
Gemini, but only one I
Look at the name
Bars like that are hard to come by
They coming up with bars as I write what I live
I really mean it when
the bailout, bitch
Trap house built brick by brick, paid dues on dues
FF good, you know I'm reppin' crew on crews
Stack bills on bills 'til my backyards got
Wayne]
Listen
Now when we slide up in the club, we come in and do things
About every car that you name, on twenty-two things
We likely to have a few
of creflo
Like how the hell he supposed to know
I see they ass
Runnin to the radio
And the tv issues and views
Shaped by one sided news
Got us like
Planet
on the turntables
Ant Live I don't need you collectin the dough
And Little Daddy since you my brother
get yo' ass on in here
Cause we gettin ready to take things
Bobby Brown swings
Stop calling out my name
'Cause it's still my thang
It's still my thang and after eight years
Ain't a damn thing changed
Why should I
‘em all it's no x-o
You just took the call from yo' ex after you ignored the text though
Damn, what the fuck did you do that fo'?
Same n***a you lost
taught when you come to school.
Lesson 1, you should know:
Never fall in love, with your ho.
Lesson 2 tells you to do only one thing:
Act cool.
Lesson
myself to a nice
Ferrari for the winter
Gave my whole crib up, Do NOT ENTER!
'Cause the nigga inside with the
Shotty got a temper
And I play it by the book
bitch, you can't Ortiz
Budden, Crooked, Nickel, damn Royce please
We up in this bitch like trans or T
We the Voltron crew, it's whatever your folks wan' do
and using potent
So what else was I gonna do
My Bible says that if any man be in Christ, he's a new preacher
Old things are passed away
Behold, all things
Grow up neglected by both parents and still pull through (damn)
You gots to come up fucked up, get treated like shit (okay)
Then have your mother's new
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