Lyrics:
upon the beat, Elite, the heat is premium
Delete the competition, have 'em wishin' I was feelin' 'em
I take the track to higher heights, like voices
You say ah one for the trouble two for the time
Ah come on y'all let's rock that
Duck! Or wind up DOWN!!
Fiyah! Huh
Pal Joey in the house D
a couple nigga tote AK
You lyin'
Niggas really talking bout money
2 Times
Let a pussy nigga
Talk to me
Tryn' pull up on em
Ina maybach rafe
I just need
Bitches and thugs, spit game and throw slugs
It's the Ruler, live by, take it in blood
Cuz it's the J to the A to the death nigga what
Don't get it fucked
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Isto e pro meu people em Portugal
Produzo tudo o que eu canto sempre a matar o meu instrumental
O dom esta excelente a merda nao da pika
Cada mais
All of this drink got me feeling bipolar
Uh huh Uh huh
Two we don't even play by the rules
And you always try to hang with the crew
I been heard try
Two revolvers, I can let twelve spin
Hop in my Benz, push it to the limit
Buck-sixty who wit' me?
My Cris', two L's, twisted blunts and inner
another brew, sit back and watch what niggaz do
Who threw that 2-U? I'm rollin the whole fuckin crew
One by one niggaz come payin, that fell to the trey
[2Pac]
Get on yo´ knees nigga
Get on yo´ knees and pray
Huh, increase the doses, bustin' whoever closest
Thug livin', hell or prison, never
called Phase 2
And let me tell ya something we're a hell of a crew
Once a week we're on the street
Just a-cutting the jams and making it freak
For you
Dance on em, in a fucked up whip, make my heart skip
Caught up in the drug traffic I astounded by the outfit
One twentieth tried to knock my whole click
I don't give a two fuck
Like what the fuck
Tryna get your head buck
Like get the fuck
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let you hold you somethin'
Hold these two fingers here I'm holdin up
Big bucks yeah I'm tryna get it
10 Digits with no interests
All buying, no renting
appetizer
Blowin' like a geyser, time only makes me wiser
Paraphenalia, and material, makes the crew imperial
I put the fear in you, sippin' beer with two
the club
Not giving in, I need you to
All the pride aside I know you see it too
Drop by to the spot
10 away, just get inside
Tuf and Cast been going live
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
You say ah one for the trouble two for the time
Ah come on y'all let's rock that
Duck! Or wind up DOWN!!
Fiyah! Huh
Pal Joey in the house D
the dawny(?)
Hard, we live too, just like the 2 Live Crew, me so horny
'cause I'm a choosy thug, you get your booty hugged
Face down, ass up, don't stop, gitty
the dawny(?)
Hard, we live too, just like the 2 Live Crew, me so horny
'cause I'm a choosy thug, you get your booty hugged
Face down, ass up, don't stop, gitty
test
Got DJ Scott LaRock by my side, not in back of me
'Cause we make up the Boogie Down Productions crew faculty
Get it right, or train yourself not
Ike Turner on your ass.
Aw fuck
You wanna get jumped chump punk?
Come press your luck by our whole crew we all stone you,
Own you, for a while you
the real from here
And the real from there
And make it Mo' Better like Blues everywhere
YaknowhatI'msayin? Dynamic Duo times two bro
Fucking
If I got one life to live, then I rob cats for the other eight
And count it down, 1-2-3-4-5, The illest underground hip-hop, we bring it to you live
hell's men
Two revolvers, I can let 12 spin
Hop in my Benz
Push it to the limit, buck-sixty
Who wit' me? My Cris', two L's
Twisted blunts and inner
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