Lyrics:
ya
cll this money ya gave me the blues now hey
Oh yuh what it do now
She want roll with the crew but I need two now (Hey)
Bring yo friend bed time
My radio, believe me, I like it loud
I'm the man with a box that can rock the crowd
Walkin' down the street, to the hardcore beat
While my JVC
speak the language my crew too live
I'm in my new rise
Success go to the believers, I make my Duas
I'm at the game, in dem' floor seats
You got dem' nose
I remember way way way back in the day
we used to bun purple haze, go to nuff raves
bass box, wax club, roller express
girls would show love and we
The crew is at the crib
And the nights on pause
Brew is in the fridge and the same ol' song
Is playing on the box and
We're starting to think
Of why
friends and my crew
Makes it definitely special (a-one, two, a-one, two)
Now there's no Shiny Happy People in the crew we play the rough
I got
they call the human beat box craze
Make the music with your mouth, biz!
Make the music with your mouth, biz!
Make the music with your mouth, biz!
Yeah, yo
Call me Gunshot Mike or Mr Skeng
Check one-two-one man skitzed again
Dickhead you and a dickhead crew
Getting gassed up by your
you too
In my mind there's a stage and a lightning crew
Never expected that, did you?
Open Pandora's box
I'm gonna sing my tune
Gonna eat you too
I
bang your head, a bang your head
c bang your head to the beat if your fearless
I was 8 years old with a boom box pumas and tube socks
Cooling for two
a drive by for two blocks straight (nigga)
I'll put money on your head from a shoe box bank (what's shakin'?)
And leave the murder unsolved like the Tupac
to pound
Feel the beat and obey the raw sound
We give ourselves two lives and we can't get enough
No we won't get enough
We are the stains in black
its nuttin’ to be proud of
Yo, grew up on a dumb estate, North side that’s a jumpy place
Where you might get stabbed by your mate and you can’t trust
we was young, dumb and broke in high school
And we would dodge guns and swung on those in piru
And would ride, live and die by one concise rule
The only billionaire, playboy
Philanthropist on the block
Kidnapped by terrorists
He ruined their entire plan
Turned a box of scraps into
A fully-suited Iron
know I was born fly
Niggas running up a check but still live in the garage
See a bad model and she giving me a massage
I’m tryna beat the odds, nobody
to the two, but we're not the ones
Brothers are flipping, some other suckers are tripping
Yeah, you gotta take a whipping to see that I'm live
live? Then take a swigga
'Cause I'm from Queens and I roll with Bronx niggas
[A.G.]
Check it, check it, check what I say
You can bounce with Dres,
Yeah, don't jump
Cause I got the crew with me, yeah
Cold as two degrees, yeah
And I got a third in me, yeah
Might be the nerd in me
But I got a girl
Damn Hype
One and um
And two and um
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
Hi haters, how you doin
I know you niggas in the back
Lookin stupid, I know you wanna
Gimmie two to my head put me in
A pine box fill a nigga with
numbers I bagged
Then caught a cab back
To Jamaica Ave by the library
Seen the part of shabazz
New New York New York York York
(all to those who live in
On the block stuffing money in a crew sock
We was kids... goal was a big box
Now the n***** had the box in the big box
I ain't gotta up the big pistol I can big
Yahweh
Selassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist
Niggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space
And I just might be in
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