Lyrics:
able to control this?
I know some fok' that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard the explosions
Same shit happened back in Hurricane
[2Pac/Makaveli Speaking]
Yo 'Law!
Is it cool if a nigga just get fucked up for this one?
(Sample from "Survival of the Fittest" by Mobb Deep)
I'm
heaters on you
Spittin' back live rounders, with five pounders
If we meetin' on two, I put a beatin' on you
Your sound's tired buddy, that's why I'm
style, I'm still *mini, money, mini, mini,
It aint all about the money*
[Verse 1]
When I was hustla, two dogs by my side plus a black pistola
Loud MCs,
buy, won't stand by
And let a nigga do his dues
Fuck these hoes, get this bread, rep the crew, the
[Chorus - repeat 2x]
R - realest niggas puttin it
bitch swim in it
Feel the vibes move right you
Live life and choose what you do
Got the crew, got the night
Cruising getting high
Rulers of the mind
Tune
Insanity
[Amidst my] Reality
[I'm inside] The gallery
[Don't live by] The salary
[This is my] Insanity
[Amidst my] Reality
[I'm inside] The gallery
loving my style (She love it)
I got a tooly with me with a silencer on it so it don't make a sound (Shhh)
Pew she loving the crew
I need a crib by the lake
Francisco's music hall LONG LIVE EMPEROR NORTON
And 27 times Black Bart outwitted ol' Wells Fargo
Rubbed it in with rotten poems & no violence at his
band up by the tons
Bad bitch with a attitude acting real rude
Real hair looking like weave swear she got it glued
In the gym five am working on her
the weirdest of music
Man I love Billie Eilish never knew I can remind me
So much of my father I be gone by the morning what
A hell of a performance Alakazam
Hating niggas still judge me
Still Made it Out Scott Free
Can’t wait like Bart Scott
Know they want me on a White-Tee
Never catch me with a white Girl
live in California, drive a drop top
Roll by the beach, look at the freaks
jump in my car, I do it every week
DJ's who know call me Mister Short
All
Malcolm-Jamal
I'm a Falcon, Seven Mike Vick with the ball
Cause I can hut-one, hut-two, disrespect, I hunt you down
Ain't a muthafuckin' crew we can't run
can bring yo crew (Yea yea)
Fuck em by the two’s if she a nympho too (Yea yea)
Got yo bitch you know, ain’t know she was yo hoe
Take em down three in
and the crew
We got them bandz bandz, nigga we counting blues
We got them bandz bandz, racks on racks times 2
A 100 racks to blow but I never keep it on me
And if our lives ever cross paths in another life
I guess that means i survived being tossed aside
It took 2 days to fall for you
2 years to get over you
2
lid
'Cause, when I was the age of one
My father gave me my very first gun
When I was the age of two
I was pullin' out records with the SD Crew
own two
No crew just see what this Mac-11 gon do
Plenty bodies gon be dropping soon
As I come through
Hop out let it rip head slugs go threw
South Bronx, New York
(evil laughter)
[Chorus: x3]
Is it live, live, live, live, live
(evil laughter)
[Verse one:]
I heard your CD is wack
balance of the battle axe
Irons is brandished at, thugs draw they hammer back
It's where you find the News Two crew cameras at
It's where my fam is at,
It's a kodak moment
We the three live crew
She like dark skin niggas
Like I'm kodak to
Bitch I'm in the strip club
With ho you call boo
And she
minded niggas, Alpha have it positioned
That's opposition, wetttin me competition
Suddenly and outta tha blue and now I see
by myself, by myself
slang I use
breakin' down mics and destroyin' crews. (2X)
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 check
Discuss these bart by 2 live crew Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In