Lyrics:
Have a semi auto buck to break your Tai Chi
Roll one (roll one)
Roll two (roll two)
If you have a couple grams for the crew
That's three (that's three)
and four chords repeated
Completed by a relatable lyrical concept about an ex or something
This isn't for the masses
It's for the
musically analytical
So
you for life
Be all in your face every day and night
If you'd have broke their ass off years ago
For fucking off all them counts of dough
You
Love my niggas
Chill wit the crew
Real wit the crew
4 million sold, look, still wit the crew
Break bread wit the fam
Till I'm dead wit the fam
Duck
my niggas (uh huh)
Chill wit the crew (uh huh)
Real wit the crew
4 million sold, look- still wit the crew
Break bread wit the fam
Till I'm dead
talkin' about a measly nine shots
Yeah I'm chopper happy and my wrist loose
Call me Goldie, I'll smack your b*tch too
[Verse 7: Lil Wayne]
Five oh four
With the muthafuckin BM drop, 325
By the way, me and my crew, we real live
Get absurd and hit a nigga with the bloody birds
Niggas can't fuck around
is for the hustlas, now back to the Gz
Freeze, at ease
Now let me drop some more of them keys
It's 1-9-9-tre, so let me just play
It's Snoop
Luther Campbell of 2 Live Crew was arrested
for a night because of an onstage performance;
but on Tuesday we believe for the first time a recording artist
and ass crack
Rule number 4, 5 and 6
Very important lessons
Keep your man guessing
Never let him see you stressing
And if you love here's 7, 8, 9
niggas
Just cause I (DMX)love my niggas (uh huh)
Chill wit the crew (uh huh)
Real wit the crew
4 million sold, look- still wit the crew
Break bread wit
the weakest nigga out the crew
I probably make more money off yo' album, than you
You see the respect I get every time I come through
Check your own videos,
the weakest nigga out the crew
I probably make more money off yo' album, than you
You see the respect I get every time I come through
Check your own videos,
wanna take me down?
If I bring my face around, you gon' do what? You butt
Your crew knew I blew up, I been shining baseball diamonds
Dick rings for
you trading your truth for lies
Look me in my eyes, nevermind I ain't trying to spook ya
Voice of the present the past, yep I'm the future
Soon as you
fly
Just cook 'em all up like gumbo
And block their ass like Mutumbo
Cause your album dropped off the charts like Dumbo
We are new and improved to make
and shove it up your ass
Followed by the "oohs" and "aaahs"
Your foolish pride gonna fuck around and put you on the loosin' side
Who got bodied?
Nigga, you
grab your nuts, duke
Cause that's the only way these niggas living in the 9-deuce
More murder by killing and slaying some shit
You fake on the two
(Oakland pimp)
And now I get payed like the NBA
First class on that ass,every game we play
Fuck your attitude bitch, you ain't hurting me
I'm felling
better than great, heh heh
Uh in fact, I might just be top five
All-time, or at least top ten, well
Maybe nine minus five, divided by two
Minus the amount
strip, ride
The South Gatin' skatin' ring later on that night
We in the lot bumpin' our underground rap tapes
Paul and Juicy "Part 2" and for another
it
Yaun take it to the streets let the whole world know it
It's the chance for your big career, don't blow it
Or get it blown from the top gun
of niggas, bitches, and critics, they all the same
Lame games they playin', lyin', tryin' me for my name
I stick my dick in your podcast
Tell the bitch
win
You ain't even feel comfortable in your own skin
I rap my ass off, I'm fighting the champ with a glass jaw
At the Garden or Nassau
See me,
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