Lyrics:
hits you bump
My click is like this and like that, you know
That's what's up
That's what's up
Z Y got hits you bump
Pack in the trunk and hit the blunt
y'all all soft
And I'm the black hearse that came to haul y'all ass in
It's for the hood by the corner store
Many try, many die, come at Nas if you want
the Queen)
But it don't matter (but it don't matter)
Cause you ain't got nuttin, for us (you ain't got nothin.. for us)
So as long as you live, remember
nasty purple fuzzy thing that lives in my wall
Doesn't matter, and to be honest I don't wanna know
'Cause thanks to him I've never had to deal with an HMO
and a brand new sound
What you want? ya niggas ain't ready for war
Cuz it take ten more, before i get raw
Hardcore, off the wall hip hop
Nonstop, settin up shop
Big Dave, come in
Yo, go 'head
What's your twenty?
I'm in front of the a room right now
Ten four
I got cha
(She comin')
She's on her way to the back
Buck 65-Square 3
[intro]
Music to be murdered by
It is mood music in a juggular vein and I hope you like it
Our record requires only the simplist
defy, when you live or die
[Chorus: x2]
[B Real]
Times I hated, times I waited
Times I went by where I was drunk and faded
They said I wouldn't
are not just art for Michelangclo to carve
He can't rewrite the agro of my furied heart
I'll wait on mountain tops in Paris, cold
J'veux pas mourir tout
shirt red
Live by the code
It's the only way to play it
Benz or the Rolls, Mulsanne overrated
Half these niggas told, cut a deal
They'd take it promise
her down on da floor,
Hardcore,
Wit dat doggystyle,
Wet n wild,
Wit no denile,
She say she wanna french kiss me now,
Like we up in Paris,
Gotta a lil
full throttle
Young Corby going in, I'm about my Elizabeth
No Sir Edmund, just Ernest Ruthorford
And they wonder how I get it from by the way I live
Refugees you know what I'm saying?
[Pras]
Walk around in the record industry
I'm looking at all the Pharasees
Asking me where I'm going
to the top, I put these boots on your knuckles
Walk into the party like a mob, wearin jet black
"Swass" skin in effect, sportin coon hat
Walk by sucker punk,
We are one Hardcore family.
Times are definitely tough.
A lot going on in this world.
A lot going on in our lives.
And that's why we come here
{Ladies move like you just don't care)
This is Royce Five Nine, My streets, So Please
(Everybody Throw ya hands in the air, Cause)
We live forever (What
Yeah, smooth in the groove
Yo, whassup, man, what's up?
What's goin' on man, what's happenin'?
Yo, whassup? This is the one, Rhythm X, X Calibur
are hardcore, you want some more
Reason that I'm squeezin' your girl
(You never please her)
So I pleased, then I threw her in the gutter
Cut her
are hardcore, you want some more
Reason that I'm squeezin' your girl
(You never please her)
So I pleased, then I threw her in the gutter
Cut her
I roam in competition
A hardcore crowd, waitin to see, if I break
Like your first time in jail when you got fucked by an inmate
It'll never happen,
and recording what we choose to see
LIVE-can anybody hear me?
LIVE-can we get a little closer, please?
LIVE-and don't you turn your cameras off
'Till
try me
Get crossed up, death becomes untimely
While time keeps winding, niggaz keep grinding
Chasin paper, so outrageous, they just stand by, staring in
get money money
Live by the currency die by the currency
By any meant them afy get money
Like back in a the days we use to take money money
Now my
to me, somethin like a pentagon
Strike with the forces of King Solomon
Lettin bygone be bygone, and so on, and so on
I'ma teach this cat, how to live in
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