Lyrics:
Two: AZ the Vizuliza, Nas Escobar
See I like Esco, he knew everybody and everybody knew him
He was the type of guy who routed for the bad guys in
[B.G.]
I live rough ? I done had enough of doin' bad
If I can recall, all my life, I've been on my ass
Unlock a bitch, and his wards are the graveyard
Bet your dime on a dollar, my haters got them Shoppers, bad bitches in them pilers, rocking
Fendi and that Prada
Your baby mama lost, they say a real
doubt it, Picked up the Compton time
and read about it, How my crew makes the front page
in a rage, In a live concert blowin blunts on stage,
Scratch that scratch that
Bad bitch scratch that bad bitch drop it down if ya ass fat
And you know I flew a bad bitch and I flew two
Vegas for the weekend
I know where you live and how you make your money
I came to violate you, desecrate you, I create two
Murderous scenes, can you relate to
A Dogg
of the streets (I know)
Live bad to die good
Know how to move when hustlin' by the days with no food
But just so I can eat (fuck)
And ain't it a bitch
And if
Lets take it to the streets and I'mma bring it to your ass g
I'm commin from the heart son
And I don't take no shit, but I'm about to start some
Now
what's the deal, god?
I'm sayin', what you need though?
Yo, let me have like, two or three, three g's, man
I'm sayin', I'm sayin' son, man
You know
Fake-ass niggas, yo
(They throw us slugs, we throwin' them back, what)
Bring the shit, man, live, man
(Fuck that son, word up) '96 shit
the cops your son drops
Your little boy will be sent to death by his own pops
Now what you think they got your ass in the path
And your boy dead, if you
lose
I been outside all day yeah bitch hanging with my crew
And one aint enough so we brought them in by two
Yeah the diamonds storming like a typhoon
out but
I was only good for my benefits
Fuck I look like?
That's okay I can do bad by myself
Get off alone
I got a girlfriend named Sativa
Stay yo ass
froze I start to daydream
(And get high)
Another bottle of some D'usse
Don't give a fuck about what you say
I'm rolling with the crew
Got a couple bad
two dimes (two dimes)
Yeah, empty the clip like he got two lives (two lives)
Yeah, they know that I'm playin', they think I got two wives (two wives)
a story to tell
My adversary's get popped
Got me runnin' from cops
The ghetto life be a dime
Got me carryin' two glocks
My enemies is bad
Chop
(Life's difficult, death's easy
LOX, nigga, M-O-B-B, what?)
100 shots to the fuckboys, 21 salute to the real Gs
Live by the code, if I couldn't do that
put it on my wrist
It's like I live in a toilet the way that I be shittin'
My niggas never bargain, we stand firm like a sir
I shoot you back two
livin life by a gun
Doin down ass things to make you learn quick
The kind of crazy things that make people sick
Some might not agree, but I have
shawty just defacing
Everything you stood for
Heart attack like I be Kira
Turn your crew to a two seater
Take an L and wear a wife beater
You drunk as fuck
fine ass
And I would fuck but you trifling
Want my dick sucked wit no condom
Coming for more than a sandwich
All in the door on a bad bitch
Blowed
I'm in my room, and I'm thinkin' bout ben
I can't trust me, no bitch only trust' me my gen
Long Live bruh, make me wanna, go sin
We take' his ass
(Is that a Danny G beat? yeah, turn it up)
Cruising on the East with the
Gang and a bad bitch and she getting money
She ain't nothing like my last
B and a B side
Nigga, fuck that tape
I get live, I get activated
I vibe and they fuckin hate it
Bitch bad
Got a nice ass, and a big bag
So I fuckin
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