Lyrics:
to disagree
Six songbooks written
By the time I was fifteen
Born in the middle class
Success never guaranteed
I used to wonder why
The older folks never made it
and rhyme,
drinking four bottles of wine.
We laughed as the night slipped away from us.
It's funny how our lives intertwine.
For we both will be gone, by
bodies are fished out
I'm wrecking niggas one-by-one but then I miscount
Mispronounced, how do LL bounce
And get ya shit bust? I turn ya fagots into
gone
I took pack to the the journey I'm gone
I hit two blunts in the morning I'm gone
I sip two bottles of Morgan I'm gone
I drop the cash and I'm
chase after h*es I move up on em
Don’t come through nomo i blew up on em
My money was low it flew up on em
We sharing these h*es we crew up on em
Two
landscape, of broken rocks
Whether heard in herb spots, jukebox or malt shops
Uncut live, drop eighty-five, in one shot
Spotlight hits the metal mic, majority
[Liffy Stokes]
The stress of everyday living is slowly corrupting my soul
I'm 2 months out the joint on papers walking with 3 years parole
I did 4
A strip club legend we fuck up the racks
Smoking the one this far from the two
Just made me a fifty just left from the booth
I can see through all the hate
houses with the chandelier
Me and my crew, mad cans of beer
It's copin', live vibe, still eyes open, it's clear
Presidential suites at The Tangier
bounce that shit
Now here I am, chillin' in the 212
I got my shawty by my side
And my two live crew
Makin' noise, wakin' the hood
Fuck they gon' do? I got
niggas down if they clothes is tacky
Get an 18 or brick and my clothes is khaki
And the Porsche got a glass roof
The blunt got a live purple haze in it,
thats just something I live by
1 a.m. on my way to the club
Got bad bitches with me 'bout to turn shit up
By 3 a.m. tenth shot in the cup
By the time we
Tekken 2
Lesson two I'm adressin you
Turn out the lights like the World Class Wreckin' Crew
Bring out the best in you
Confessin true lies about your inner
then I'm snatchin' her purse
Port city baddie, i just wanna fuck
City too crazy, so I keep it tucked
Live by the gun, die by the gun
Talk on my bro's
replied
Scruffy nigga but he be flying
Ride around in two-seater ride
I'm a bitch's dream
If I was you I wouldn't sleep on me
Just to live the other night I
"SouthSide"
Written by Monqique of Smeared Lipstick Crew
(HOOK)
South Side,South Side
Throw it up!
If you bitches want the smoke roll the blunt
it happen, ain't no need for no luck
Ain't no lotteries, no pick 3's or pick 2's
Keep the money in your family, gamble amongst your crew
'Cause
chere
And y'all wants me to be forgiving out chere
I'm supposed to live by Christian ideas
But being homophobic could kill your career
So I switched
"You got one. You need another right now?"
Two sweets rolled, Cocoa butter right now
Shout to my crew stayin' down right now
No make-up, Never clown
a Muslim nowadays
Inside my lab, I'm going mad
Took two drags off the blunts, and started breaking down the flag
The blue is for the Crips, the red is
a blessin' through
Sit on the floor playin' Tekken 2
Lesson two I'm adressin' you turn out the lights like the World Class
Wreckin' Crew bring out the best
flows wit two by fo's wit sand paper
Now what is a MC if he can't flow
Up next is E-Swift and my name is J-Ro
We don't give a fuck if you down wit
[Verse 2]
(Pooh-Man)
I got to her house around 4 nigga feel me
While she was rollin' up a blunt
I was sittin there sippin on some remmy
Victoria's secret
SoSoDef (what?)
Huh, yeah I don't dance I mash
(It's like dis doe)
AZ, come on
It's a new one, time for a Range, baby blue one
The crew
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