Lyrics:
the cash
Surprised to see that nigga rise up on that ass
Anybody killa, do or die if I have to
On deck, 24/7 and blastin' if I have to
I live my life by
on the pack'll
Of nine cause my rhymes do 'em in like rifles
Stress the word, so you know I live trifle
MC's, metamorphosize to digest
Days from a faze and my
whore
Talkin' to this bitch life, had to make her my wife
Live twice, got seven more lives to live
I'm all out, takin' things to the fullest extent
parisienne! On meurt à la parisienne!
Le 9-1 c'est voyou!
Le 9-2 c'est voyou!
Le 9-3 c'est voyou!
Le 9-4 c'est voyou!
Le 9-5 c'est voyou!
Le 7-7 c'est
'm live
Hittin' zone 6 at 'bout 7
8 Teslas in line by 9
Tens in the club by 11
Drinks free until 12 they on several
Friday 13 I'm a Thriller
Lil' nigga
by our blood?
I guess we made it through the rain for getting stuck in the mud
Look, if we ain't leave, we would've never met the crew
But if we had
1, 2, 3, to the 4
Romey McFly in the 9 5 1, though
You can feel me if I drive by once
And they can shade me, but I'm slighted by none, hoe
Yeah!
I'm chilling, I grab the Buddha, get my crew to buy beers
And watch a flick, illin' and root for the villain, huh
Plus, every morning, I go out
on the mic live as can be what's good y'all I'm The ZYG.
(Chorus)
Kid Creole was the first to say yes yes y'all. In the days before Curtis blow was fresh
run the streets, a young runaway, live for today
When he died, I could hear him say, c'mon..
Time goes by, puffin on lye
Hopin' that it gets me
Come on why'all, why'all gotta admit I'm looking good in my whip
Couple carats in the air, twenty-seven on the wrist, you pissed
And I can tell by
twenty-seven masts
And we called her the Irish Rover
We had one million bags of the best Sligo rags
We had two million barrels of stones
We had three
fucking limits
Shout out to Uncle Luke
Shout out my bitches too
We the 2 Live Crew
Two for me, two for you (woo)
Feed them bitches carrots
Fuck 'em
my back point 7 my clique
By number 8 I'm over-paid my money surplus too quick
I'm number 9 she know I'm fine but she also think I'm stupid
I
Though?
I said to Seven, "Richard Havens'll be the man"
So we put it together thinking Eminem was a gamble
Guess not, cause he be the guest spot
Kaliko
twenty-seven masts
And we called her the Irish Rover
We had one million bags of the best Sligo rags
We had two million barrels of stones
We had three
See? Shook! Go on then
I got war lyrics in my book, go on then
Go on then
Kiss my black foot, go on then, go on then
One, two, diss my crew
Three, four,
live crew
And I’m known to roll with killers
Bitch my crew live too
But my niggas stand out like blue Eyes do let’s get it
Is you riding with me or is
state with a sentence
Frozen weight in a couther
Six plates to soup ya
On due we always cruise
Right by the state troopers
When I'm drinkin with sal
I
40th, this shit is live
Fifth-floor, 56, you know the zip, district five
You're on 22nd, you from two-one
Thats on Lennox, 7th ave was news one
[Jay-Z]
gon' be gettin' it
Lots of models to be laid my crew is gon’ be hitting them
Confident swag like I got classics like Timbaland
Got two diva daughters
to the mathematic lost principles
I'm makin' two outta one, decide, damn, look at y'all (twin)
You niggas talk loud in your interviews
Recordin' giant squid
Cage)
Yea, now we running from the five-oh
Three-one-oh, now they running from the five-oh
Nine-seven-three, boy they running from the five-oh
some dope and quit
Then you see his bitch-ass two weeks later, now he dead broke on his ass
Now you ain't got no job, bitch-ass nigga
One, get some
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