Lyrics:
the laws of physics, Malibu sand, the gorgeous bitches
Weed from 1-2-5, my whole crew live
A true Desperado, one that never choose sides
And show
Malibu sand and gorgeous bitches
Weed from 1-2-5, my whole crew live
A true Desperado, one that never choose sides
Or shows sympathy, just QB, an entity
Wash Heights chick a lil' thicker
Than the rest of her crew
I skipped two shifts over the weekend
To kick it with you
You make extra food
Even though
uhh
On your marks, get set, go for what you know
It's the number one crew in your area, doe for doe
I keep it thuggish with my dicky's on sag
I
pointsetta
And put him on the balcony so he could get a
Little bit of city sun just to quench his thirst
Plants gotta live too, 'cause they feed the earth
Just
But I'll put politics in rap
Do the math
This is Al Gore Rhythm
This crew rapping at the back of Al's Store Rhythm
I'm the truth on a mic
Lyrics bag
the picture
One to the two, gun to the shoot
Cake boys in the club with funds through the roof
We got chips and clips with the grips
Sick with the whips,
strengthens me
My new life
Squeaky clean
Cuz I've been washed by the blood of the Lamb
Who lives in me
So when you see me coming dine
Swangin' corners repping
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
fuck by the two
YRN fashion, I'm dabbing on you
You mad at me now, so I'm laughing at you
You something to do you get hit in a room
Mama told me not
Yeah woah
Yeah hey
Yeah woah
Yeah hey
Yeah woah
Alright alright alright alright
Let's get it
Two seater I'm riding with the crew
Can't nobody tell
No respect for the boys in blue
No red light see the pilot cruise
Live in the cabin that's the pilot crew
Look like a snack that's pilot food
The way
Shine son like a diamond
I'm harder than one by one
Flew flicker, Crew licker
Shoot quicker, Loot getta
You can't handle this cause I'm the truth nigga
The flame, the hustle, the pain, the redness in my eyes
When the pressure comes down, you throw the towel in
But for me and my crew that's where the work
call
My down bitch, one who live by the code
Put this music shit aside, get it in on the road
Lotta quiet time, pink bottles of Rose
Exotic
this, my niggas making legit
A Yo the movie called thugged out
End thug out, by thug out, for thugged out
You live a day in my life and just
been ripping mics, while y'all been gripping dykes
& I'm about to drop a clean record
But I got nasty rhymes that will hit ya
The second to do it, right
mostly about famous people
Who died and will soon fade away
Still the camera crews will fill the pews of the cathedrals
Swept up by the same mortal play
goodbye
Time to spread my wings
And high up in the sky
I can fly, I fly, I fly, so high
[Verse 2]
Welcome to my life I think its time I take it back
I got
to control this?
I know some folk that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard explosions
Same shit happened back in Hurricane Betsy
1965: I ain't
[Repeat: x2]
Lord live within my heart.. Lord don't you ever stop..
Fill me up with what I need.. just have to ask I shall receive..
[KRS-One]
why can’t I have 2 wives
Mr. Live 2 lives
I pull up by myself
I give a damn if the crew ride
Yesterday I split your bitch
I guess now you got two
What's your favourite scary movie?
Live from the dungeon, we coming
Y'all besta be running, we coming
Y'all don't want none of this gun an'
I don't
you got 10 mill
I shine so bright I blind ya
Cross my crew, we'll find ya
It's a motherfuckin shame
My dominance to this game
I live for gun smoke aroma
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