Lyrics:
houses with the chandelier
Me and my crew, mad cans of beer
It's copin', live vibe, still eyes open, it's clear
Presidential suites at The Tangier
[Starang]
Starang forever like Wu Tang my crew brings drama
Hangin your ass upside down by ya shoe strings
Smoke tell em how we doin this
own yeah
I be with same with crew, them my n****z, they gone pull up if you catch a tone yeah
Verse 2
Tell me something different, I cannot lie
I
slip
That's one of you rap crews in the lip, huh?
I'm two seconds off, I'm one second lost from the six-pack
Now we put in together, we can all get that
of an influence
And live your life, don't try to make someone else have that shit, might ruin it
Yeah, I make money off all type of shit, I got stocks for me
hut one two.
what you wan do wit rude boy like me.
quick to come through wit crew so hifey
if she dont like me she must be a lezbo.
i get it nightly man
I've been abused by this cold, cold world
Everybody around you pretending that they your partner (woah)
Let you have a problem they won't even
state or country you’re in
As long as you live in comfortable skin
Then the rhythm also resides within, Amen
Hallelujah Oh Lord
A groove moves through ya
the horror of this story as it's always been told
Been down every highway, and backwoods byway, oh and by the way
chorus2: It's the way of the world, in
the judge was Kurupt
She was caught with Pete Rocks, and never handcuffed
Called up her Uncle Luke, whose Crew was 2 Live
That had some Peter Gunz, like
the bullets start bustin'
First crime, we came with Mystic Stylez on grime
You slip, I live by my rep don't fuck with mine
Da end, the souls of men
Insane Clown Posse!
ICP! About to take you way back! Way back that is, to vernor!
Posse, Yeah!
Me and Shaggy 2 Dope
In the home away from home
In
Down here we like it big, on that Dirty coast
Big money swanging whips, cause we serve the most
We live by that G code, that's what gangstas do
seats to hear Biggie Smalls speak (that's right)
Livin' life without fear
Puttin' five karats in my baby girl's ear
Lunches, brunches, interviews by
seats to hear Biggie Smalls speak (that's right)
Livin' life without fear
Puttin' five karats in my baby girl's ear
Lunches, brunches, interviews by
breath stinkin' in my jaws
Ring, ring, ring, quiet, y'all, incomin' call
Plus this my homie from high school, he gettin' by
It's time to bury another
a second time to photobomb it
I live by a code of demonic, Illuminati, Obama, Hovanomics
Hold up, hurdles in life, I hop in a Turbo and roll around 'em
business like show business when the Indiana’s great is screamin’
1 Hater 2 Hater 3 Hater… 4
By the end of the day I need 40 or more screamin’
1 Hater 2
hardened criminals know the average Joe's miserable woe
Though they both live by different codes
Niggas don't know how I developed such a difficult flow
by Wolves Season two
I saved it just for you
Don't worry, if you watched it already it's cool
I won't be upset
But I bet you miss me being able
lil mama what's the biz,
Trynna see if this pipe can really touch ya ribs
U a high level freak and I am too,
I'll be in by 1:30 out by quarter to 2
I
hurt 'em up, move out, blow the spot
Round two, rounds flew (*shots*) in the parkin' lot
Niggas rallied up to see who got shot
Wait down G, my whole crew
and Daniel Craig
Connery and Roger Moore
And those two other guys
You've never heard of before
Bond, James Bond
Found him in our backyard
Was left by his
Quick to burst a child I'm livin' worse than foul
I pack two techs in case ya crew flex
I wet up the set in a second yell who's next
To feel the wrath
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