Lyrics:
by the beat
Like you live check-to-check
If it don't move your feet
Then, I don't eat, so we like neck-to-neck
Yes, we done come a long
Way like them
home
Got a double homicide warrant on my dome
I hear em pushin' in the do'
I grab my Mac with two clips
Cut through the back window and like
A g hit
see-muthafuckin' Murder,
Q.B., Gotti, and Mr. Magic
When we hit 'em we hit 'em hard you heard me
Chorus [Fiend] 2X
Don't cry now
Nigga, don't wine now
guerrillas, mercenary killers
Beat's by the Pound, haters get clowned
Gone worldwide, but true to the underground
(P and Silkk)
Blow coheva blunts, keep e'm
they Gucci
Pumps walkin' it out
And my whole crew caked up
Thats what i'm talkin' 'bout
Make it rain on 'em make it rain on 'em
I know they hate me thats
lately, shits crazy
Can you blame me? Just maybe
Hustle bustlin
With a supplement
2 5 coupling
That age coming in
Who like gum with it
Mask is stuck in em
straight to the tip top
Hey Rawls, we got em while them others did not
So if you with the LC, nigga, lick shot
If you live that life they call hip hop
And everybody who forgot then baby tell 'em again
It's just me and Tariq, with Ahmir on the beat
The Roots crew baby yo we got to make it unique
We got
get sweaty.
Beats and melodies, will make me blink.
I'll pull my shank out, and give a warrior's cry.
If you ain't down wit' my crew, all you die.
what I said go over your head mayne!
cyo, Korbin The Prophet, let em know!
Talk to em, talk, talk to em!
Yo, it's By The Grace man. That's just the only
don't test me, many rappers don't impress me
You try steppin into my city I'll, Snipe 'em like Wesley
So you best be on your way, I'm doper than
rigged
The feeling you get when you see a shark’s fin as you swim
Is what it’s like when I grab mics
And like Mike, I win
I jeopardize jester’s lives, F
Back up, back up, back up, back up
Back up, back up, back up, back up ease off
This goes out to all area crew (yes, yes, yes)
This to my BK crew
star
(this is still 70 south)
Niggas with two strikes that don't wanna see the third (nah), I feel you
It's the Don Makaveli - live my life
Yuhh
Woo
Glrrt pow
A10
A10
A10
A10
A10
You know the f**cking Vibes n***a
Long Live Pop Smoke n***a
Me my n****s don't lack
Send two shots to ya back
to a theater near you
To the U-A-C crew, nuff respect due
Do I do, where I do, when I do
I do do do, yo I do it on the ease
[Verse 2]
I be kickin' it with
bucks enough
To trouble and have your blood pressure bubble up
Man the fuck is up
You don't like your life level up
Get a job get a shot or shoot yourself
I heard they want big bars well here's a skeng full
Venom by the pen full, lifestyles dreadful
Tryna live respectful
Tryna make something out
patterns get you twisted sideways
And I'm the head honcho, sport golden tonsils
Inventing new styles all the time like pronto
Four by four, runnin' over
Thinking just fuck em' all up
Pop with the glock, on spot, if it's hot, I got a two-shotter pump
Just to get a nigga bumped and put up in the trunk
If you
my crew was lame (uh)
I have enough heart for most of 'em
Long as I got stuff from most of 'em (oh)
It's on, even when I was wrong I got my point
my crew was lame (uh)
I have enough heart for most of 'em
Long as I got stuff from most of 'em (oh)
It's on, even when I was wrong I got my point
your crew, or they might be next
Look at they man eye, BIG man they never try
So we roll with 'em (uh), stole with 'em
I mean loyalty, bought me
'cross the bread borders
So nobody can short us, he fled down to headquarters
Ready to put some work in, we're not a lazy crew, we'll do a job or two
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