Lyrics:
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
and kept the same record
I just need the gang undefeated (Undefeated)
I need the money counted up and split it even (Split it up)
Everything in pairs two
the stores, the mom and pop spots
A&R people, all y'all motherfuckers (to live in die in L.A)
L.A, California Love part motherfuckin' two
Without gay ass Dre
or MTV or Joan Rivers Fashion Police
Not what you read in tabloid seats
These are MC's that live by the code, it's hard for me to spit it
Because
or MTV or Joan Rivers Fashion Police
Not what you read in tabloid seats
These are MC's that live by the code, it's hard for me to spit it
Because
motherfuckers (to live in die in LA)
LA, California Love part motherfucking Two
Without gay ass Dre (to live in die in LA)
(To live in die in LA)
that we filling up sections
My anti depressant is you
Family and fans and the crew
Without you I would probably go and loop
Myself on a beat and repeat
[2Pac]
Get on yo´ knees nigga
Get on yo´ knees and pray
Huh, increase the doses, bustin' whoever closest
Thug livin', hell or prison, never
of call
But the seas were rough
And the ice was tough
And they were hit with frozen squalls
By January's Ides
They were two hundred miles
From their first
"Live from New York it's Saturday Nite!" (Scratched 4x)
[Uneek]
Ayo kid for years I've been into rap
Writing funky rhymes to get my name
a drive by for two blocks straight (nigga)
I'll put money on your head from a shoe box bank (what's shakin'?)
And leave the murder unsolved like the Tupac
the proof we are the coldest, holding the key to the codex,
The anti-life equation,If you touch it then you gotta breathe x2
How you live with a hard so
style, I'm still *mini, money, mini, mini,
It aint all about the money*
[Verse 1]
When I was hustla, two dogs by my side plus a black pistola
Loud MCs,
that they ever showed
On Nick at night
And denace -N- spencer would be like one less
Than a few older women, when I get them two
Men to pause and by
ROOM
Must be a full moon, here comes a tune
Bullets fly by your head zoom zoom zoom
(A to the K to the 4 to the 7
Little devils don't go to heaven!
don't stop
Don't, don't stop (Jay)
One, one, two, two, three, three
The, the Hollis, Hollis crew, crew
For, for, for, for, for the love now
Cool
don't stop
Don't, don't stop (Jay)
One, one, two, two, three, three
The, the Hollis, Hollis crew, crew
For, for, for, for, for the love now
Cool
ah,oh ah, do a walk by and watch everybody die
N****s into gangs thangs and narcotics
Freak b****es riches and hydrolics
Pull heat knock you off yo
the Gang, and I'm in it..")
Verse 2: Binky Mack
To be down with the Connect ain't simple
You got to grind your own you want a spot find your own
It's like a new wave, generation way (yeah)
Yeah, feel like 3K, Andre, with my way, Huncho, woo
She fuck with the gang (gang, yeah), she fuck with
because the nigga gettin paid
I've got, niggas from coast, slangin my dope
Got niggas and G's, and rollin keys keys to record sto's
Get paid wit fatals,
mini, money, mini, mini
It ain't all about the money
When I was hustler, two dogs by my side plus a black pistola
Loud MCs, feel the silencer
Y'all still
ah,oh ah, do a walk by and watch everybody die
Niggas into gangs things and narcotics
Freak bitches riches and hydrolics
Pull heat knock you off yo
to wipe a nigga nose clean)
Bought some bullets and extra magazines
(Bought some bullets and extra magazines)
Gang affiliated, by all means, any means
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