Lyrics:
bust on Bad Boys, brothers touch for life
Plus Puffy trying to see me
Weak hearts I rip
Biggie Smalls and Junior MAFIA
Some mark-ass tricks
We keep
[Pac]
Live in this motherfucker Thug Pound bitch
Kurupt Daz Makaveli Idi Kastro Hussein
You know bitch the whole muthafuckin' clique.
We
thats just something I live by
1 a.m. on my way to the club
Got bad bitches with me 'bout to turn shit up
By 3 a.m. tenth shot in the cup
By the time we
uh (That's facts)
Ninja You could live this life
Too bad that you can't Huh? (You can't!)
I was up yuh
Bent over ya buttercup uhn (Bend it over)
Now
really
Give two fucks (yeah)
Last homie try to hang
We left his ass looped up (yeah)
Broom sweep
Grimy motherfuckers getting spruced up
(Bah, bah) fuck
wi kick yuh ass to the middle a next week,
[Verse 2: ]
A nuff a dem a watch mi an dem caa match mi crew,
Tell dem go suck dem gal until har
wick wit the tool
Pop out wit a bad ho she do what I do
I can move solo but move wit the crew
Big ass pole shi take off a roof
ain't no discussion if
(Once again)
Once again
It's the infamous back in the house once again
Live the life, that of diamonds and guns and now gems
Pull gats like
(Once again)
Once again
It's the infamous back in the house once again
Live the life, that of diamonds and guns and now gems
Pull gats like
hitting bad bitches up by the two's
Thirteen hundred dollars for sneakers I done spent that on a slot of snooze
Abandoned the whole operation, because shit
left us
Well he's gone and life goes on, you know
We had a crew, but one by one we go
Memories of his face that was full of joy
Rock-a, Rock-a bye,
(Rodney on the track)
Long live Da Baby
It's when times get hard
You gotta stay down, stay focused
Keed talk to 'em
Ridin' with a Drac' in
Live in this muthafucker!
Thug Pound, biatch!
Kurupt, Daz, Makaveli, EDI, Kastro, Hussein
You know, bitch
The whole muthafuckin' clique
We gon' hit
streets sowed up
Live on luck will leave your ass fucked, nigga, hold up
You pickanannies be talkin plenty bullshit
But you ain't shit when it's time
shout-out to my man
MC Homicide and DJ Fatal!
Twin one and two my man Milk!
My man Fred Dawg, the O.G.B. crew!
Y'all know how we flow
And I'm a drop it like
this bizarre
Rapper style used by me, the B.I.G. (b.i.g.)
I put my key you put your key in, money we'll be seein (c'mon)
Will reach the fuckin ceiling,
ass
This one life we live, is to be lived without sin
But I'll be damned if I die without a damn thing to give
[E-40:]
Don't make us have to be
Don't ever do that I run with two macs
And plus my crew back my every move
I choose givin' crews the blues
I'm open off the Damey
Obey me or get sprayed
me in the streets, tried to give me dap
Andrew Cunanan ass niggaz
My two cannons blast niggaz, ass niggaz
Got me fucked up in the game, get your
And all I ever wanted, was a bad bxtch
I swear to god, I had two changes, but I lost them
And I ain't placing blame, it is what it is, maybe one
the place is bad news
And didn't even
This ho from another crew she picked it up and used it
Her boyfriend's trippin' and jumpin' on her case
My homie
bounce
Gotta get ya cash, we 100
Keep it hood rich, gotta act a ass
Go and tell em I need
Two more bitches
Two more Swishas, tell em two more cups
Lincoln continental
I'm the mouth that roared swore to the lord
The eye of hawk both live and die by the sword
The forbidden the six man be sinnin'
nothin but them platinum hits
And the two dog groan, sittin' on chrome
That nigga on the mic str-8 gone
My whole crew lives illegal
Strapped with
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