Lyrics:
catch him'
It's gon' be a hit
I'm a knock off his crew
(I'ma hop out and spray it)
I ain't no rapper
I stand for the streets all
The way to the booth
Me
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
day, whatever he gon' leave you
'Fore he even much started he knew he was gon' win
Lil' bad ass jit walk around with no shoes, finally ran up all
ghostly
Rush me, 'cause you ain't gonna live to roast me
I'll have my motherfuckin' ass kicked by Moby
If I let some bitch in the can like 'Bis cop over
yo (jump) yo (jump)
(first family) for the two (oh) oh (oh)
Follow instructions! crews, listen!
Who, is it? move (bounce!)
First family move
jumper
Dunking on niggas Andre Drummond
Text her now I know she coming
She coming fast too
I want them bad hoes in my 2 doors
Get a gotti engine been
hang with us
As soon as your ass get captured, I just hope you got your mans with you
That's two for one
Pick 'em out, just choose you somethin'
Dead
passin' out the ass like government cheese
But not me nigga, cause pimp c wanna live
Have you had yo' test? are you h-I positive?
But instead of getting
end up back where I started
Plan A, square 1, there's no escapin'
So I've come to realize my truth
Tryna live my full life until my time is through
styles
Takin' out wack MC's by the piles, for real
Episode #2: God's Gift
I have no strings to hold me down
Beware of the Tupperware
It's
can carry more than one so ya know it's on
And ya just got attacked by the maniac and played like a saxophone
Sucker ass bitch-type ass niggas
[Master
on my crew
I went from dirt to large work like boatloads of keys
It's hard work and it hurts to live life on ya knees
So God please have a lil' mercy
hit you, send your ass off right to Mars
Back on Earth, I'm selling Percs and popping fucking Xanny bars
I'ma live it up today, I don't know if I'll see
they on me she jumped right in
The mood I stood by the
Deep end then jumped right in the
Pool I can still pull
To the trenches day n night with the
Crew
legs
Select paper and invade all the illest niggas
Tally up pen, yo, Live Crew meetin'
Layin' in the lab with rolls o' fly mo-e ho
All niggas eatin'
Select paper and invade all the illest niggas
Tally up pen, yo, Live Crew meetin'
Layin' in the lab with rolls o' fly mo-e ho
All niggas eatin' (WOAH!
do well
Can tell by the nails you frail
We can battle till your girl big ass feet out them Channels
[PMD]
Aiyyo my brain attack this hip hop shit
many tings,have not time for a lover
You fuck with my crew and you will not recover
Everybody hunting for the brand new thing
Every bad bitch wanna
the fuck
Muthafucka could be located nigga could be touched
I'll stab ya ass up
And its up by the cut
I keep my rees(reeboks) strapped on tight
My
on Water, 'cause the wings are some gas
Throw the Subi in sport mode and I'm dustin' yo ass
(And I'm dustin' yo ass)
Yeah it's gon' be alright
Little Bites
Yeah (Yeah)
Yeah yeah yeah (Yeah)
Ay!
Two bad bitches wanna hop in the coop
Gotta pick one 'cause the seat fit two
Six by two she can't fit in
the Outlawz
Bad Azz representin' the L.B.C. Crew
What you wanna do?
You know how we do it
Time goes by
? puffin on lye
Hopin that it get me high
Got
to claim the title.
They want to be the bad man thug, 'cause that's their idol
Don't live by the life your not supposed to be livin, ...?
'cause 1 can
me, "Get em
" and I told him that I got ‘em
And I got ‘em every day, every day
Bad bitch and she gon fuck me every way
Never stay
Once I hit it, then
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