Lyrics:
And two ehm
Every Friday night we like to cool at the jams
And if the MC ain't workin, I smack the mic out his hands
If the beat ain't slammin
Do crimes, live well
Follow your glory straight to hell
If staying in your box kills the vibe
Than hail yourself and imbibe
Cause we're all sinners
all a cop thought of
We live stool pigeons smokin in salt water *pigeon*
Only my lord and our crew know what happened to him
His family prayin 'cause
[Crooked Eye]
Chorus
Niggas like me make the world go â??round
Beats by the pound is them niggas droppin' platnum sounds
Niggas like me roll
i'll take 'em!
Nigga you feed the wolves and
The wolves feed off you!
Eat you ass alive! i live by conrad's creed
Strategy! Your move nigga!
the old E chillin'
The box with the big beats and my boys started illin'
A hoop game started so I jump in
Had the hoods' toughest team so I just had
never die, ah!
My crew standing by my side
Pass the joint we getting high
In this life you live or die
So you gotta go outside
Go and catch some good
and five by five
They live
Six by six by six
You die
And now the hearts are beating
a rhythm that is out of time
as the beat pounds relentless
these
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,
chest like two breasts
Step into my office 'cause it's time for you to roll something
One false move, and we gon' beat you like you stole something
up]
Give it up we want to live it up [give it up]
Give it up for the most slept on since pepto bis when
time warner let go prince
Ridin by betta get yo
in the mood, just go with the flow
And I can play rapping records and all disco
Like "Beat It," "Billie Jean," by Michael Jackson
Or the Treacherous
Run up on who & live where
Run up on who & live where
Run up on who & live where
Into your house man dem will tear
Run up on who & live where
from my Rock Box
Hey you, better Come Clean like Jeru
Before I take phase two and do another pay-per-view
To your crew, I give a boom bip to Q-tip
from my Rock Box
Hey you, better Come Clean like Jeru
Before I take phase two and do another pay-per-view
To your crew, I give a boom bip to Q-tip
the power moves
Whosever next on the mic, where shower shoes
Five more seconds on the clock
Your whole box been jumped on by the Doc hopscotch
[ Biz
where shower shoes
Five more seconds on the clock
Your whole box been jumped on by the Doc hopscotch
[ Biz Markie ]
As we continue on
To the break
only plays by the tens on the 1 and 2
Hook (x4)
We can do it too
Funkanella, funkanella
[Killer Mike]
A knot to remove your crew of those
in the rain my umbrella got pulled back
Chat and I spit back pain like a hunchback
Heard this beat thought you finna hear that
Me I can't lie got drill
Choppin' a bitch my crew hit then they slide
Know I live by the trap and the rules I abide
I won’t touch on a thot keep my girl by my side
If you
standing on two feet
While I make the hotties move to the hip-hop beat
You know it's realer killer, realer than you can imagine
Using every source of pain
song,
Got you and your mom screaming 'YOU ROCK!' at your boom-box,
Moshing on your living room floor, raising two palms, and stage-diving off your
robots
Who forgot
Hypnotic in a
Two thousand by three thousand mile box
Thirty five year olds lost in a x box
Playstation and videos
So that's
my Crew is 2 Live
I ascend like Christ and watch you die
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DJ's (HERE!) Hip-Hop
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