Lyrics:
[2Pac] Live in this muthafucker, Thug Pound Biotch
Kurupt, Daz, Makaveli, Idi, Kastro, Hussein
You know bitch the whole muthafuckin' clique.
We
chillin and
Front on this and get dissed, motherfucker
Me and my crew, me and my crew we be chillin and
Front on this and get dissed
Ah one two
the castro
Im coming through on your wack crew
What you gonna do
Cormega pick the mic come through
Ay yo I get mines
Well enough to be considered big time
My
[2Pac] Live in this muthafucker, Thug Pound Biotch
Kurupt, Daz, Makaveli, Idi, Kastro, Hussein
You know bitch the whole muthafuckin' clique.
We
Ladies and gentlemen
Right here on tonight's stage
We're gonna have two savage minds
Two ruthless battlers two gruesome souls
Go live, right here
In
Chorus: Notorious B.I.G. (repeat 2X)
I don't wanna live no mo'
Sometimes I hear death knockin at my front do'
I'm livin everyday like a hustle,
the mafia
Not a Tai Omi Ay Wong Sun carrier
Devilman wouldn't even jump over
The train barrier so how can he be a bad man
When he pars with about 25 pricks
If
feel like...
I just moved in, ay, ay, got a new view in my Duplex
Ay, I look real cool in my J Crew suit vest
Ay, ain't got Two Chainz but remain too
Link up with my saathi's ma ta chill ma chu
Keti vanche papi euta pill ma chu
Baach chu haasi haasi ha ha that's my mood
Ramro chaina baani f**k it,
the pest
Leave them birds up in the nest (okay)
Live in the flesh
Bullet to the flesh, it's death (okay)
One more bitch go off script, ay (ay)
(One more
cribs, low bread to whole loaves
Go hard or go home, go home and don't trip
Same block, same whip
Free as a bird, used to be runnin' from 12, live
to ban the sale of Miami rap group
The 2 Live Crew's double-platinum album, "Nasty As They Wanna Be," in Broward County
We think it's the banning
to your knees like a sit-up, bitch
Get too live for the crew, Two-9
We're the new 2 Live Crew, give up, bitch
Send 'em all to Hell, (?)
Spit it like
Big hitter bitch, I'm a big hitter, bitch
A big hitter, uh
I'm a big hitter bitch, big hitter bitch, ay
I'm a big hitter, big hitter, Big Papi
I'm
bounce to this
Ain't no funk as funky as Doggystyle (bounce to this, bounce to this)
Come on, Death Row, Death Row, ay (bounce to this, bounce to this)
Caller, DTI, Top Producer, Pulse Eskimo
Fuckin' Widda Team
My two lips said "You don't wanna
See a nigga on the scene"
Go on then, what d’ya mean, what d’ya
let demise catch you by surprise
Fuck it till then lets get fucking high
Smoking on green everyday
Problems all go away
Dreams and hopes are at bay ay
We don’t have all your rules
We are lazy to do
All the time the schedule
Which you live in too
Ours go by the day
Any plan that we tamed
Papi vente
Yeah, check it
Yo yeah I smoke weed now I don't give a fuck
And I also tote guns in case my dram pop up
It's crew love I spit two at every few
you say so?
I've been moving too fast like a Draco (Ay! Ay!)
Underground for a bit, Yung Fazo (Oh-oh-oh!)
Pull up with a whole crew, yeah, lay low (Ay
freeze right there
All run scared, gear 2nd not prepared
Like a dragon they be hunting me, a legend
I'm the heir shock you like nani
You're welcome to spar
don't know what he tripping for
Ay I shed blood sweat and tears through the years this is true
Get it how you live we in the field they know that too
Amazing Grace
She super anxious waiting for a taste
Papi in the trap like Rob Base
I served my man' uncle raw base
He still feel some typa way to this day
I
Yuh
Grrrrrrrrrr, yuh
AY, AY , AY , AY
Yuh
D-D-D Boogie on the beat, this is a hit
Yo Fridge, turn this bitch up
Yuh, yessirrr
When you hear that
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