Lyrics:
y'all
My crew'll break each shoulder
I'm that nigga they talk about on street soldiers
Cause my street soldiers are heat holders and weed rollers
We keep
mad, me and the crew they sad
We live by code who is you Look like a hatin ass nigga boy you spooked
We making moves got you shook oh boy they mad
We
death
They throw their dice for the crew
She wins the mariner and he belongs to her now
Then, crew one by one
They drop down dead, two hundred men
death
They throw their dice for the crew
She wins the mariner and he belongs to her now
Then, crew one by one
They drop down dead, two hundred men
it
I live in a mansion, grew up in the trenches (wow)
Niggas be hating, I get it, they still in their feelings
Get found by some niggas who's
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,
think we live in era meant for me
Experimentally I found a way to spread the terror mentally
When I stumbled upon this resolution
By usin' a special
You ain’t out here making moves
Live it up that’s what we do
Trademark The Block that’s my crew
I do not know about you
You wanna see what we bout
I saw it coming, I was aware from earlier
This crew's watching me, they all envy
It's cool, keep watching me i will burn ya
I'm just tryna live but
hip (yeah)
Stick on my hip, I put it on him (yeah)
I put it on him and I put it on you (yeah)
Matter of fact, I put it on the whole crew (baow)
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
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'
And I’ll just cut you in two, and then like half of your crew
And get the other half to rat on all your family too
And then I roll up to the spot and eat
slang I use
breakin' down mics
and destroyin' crews.
1-2-1-2 unhh............ 1-2-1-2 mic check 1-2-1-2
1-2-1-2 unhh............ 1-2-1-2 mic
They say I'm lonely…
Nah I call it solitude
Now I'm right here without a crew
And I'm still making solid moves
Most can't separate the two
They say
you to area 51
And get you kidnapped by aliens
I got a thought
You've been a thot
I got a thought bitch
You've been a thot
Dating two guys at the same
I don't wanna live no more
Sometimes I hear death knocking at my front door
I'm living every day like a hustle, another drug to juggle
Another
And get mental
Pop the track eight track lincoln contniental
I'm the mouth that roared
Swore to the Lord
The eye of hawk
Both live and die by
all went away...
It all went away...
Cause the Uncle wouldn't pay..
pt 1 C1
It was a sad sad day, when mix, he went away
The 2 Live Crew would
change
When I make my journey home, I reach by two trains
Doesn't even matter if the situation's right
I just need a pen in sight when the inspiration
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
sick of this shit
My crew, we busy dodging licks
And busy talking that shit
You pussy bitch
I'll pistol whip you till you're clipped
You fucking
I keep like fifteen homies with me by myself, I get to clutchin' I'm nervous
I know some niggas who get outta body especially off molly and xannies
crew a chosen few legit minds
Who live prime shorty's on some fly stuff
Admitted that can't resist mines
Mahogany complexion body probably dressed in
My
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