Lyrics:
on my head just for your album, bruh
Tell me lil' boy
If it's beef I can chop this shit up
Like it's prime and treat you like you Optimus
My chain is
then give me some gas
If you try to play me i'll bust dat ass
Hook (x4)
J-ro:
Put the mic down clown, you can't get down
Jump around stage like your
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
We're live in five, four, three, two, one!
Welcome everybody, you are "live in the den"
With big tigger hangin' out today with one of my friends
your boots knocked
I`ma slide, I`m in her when I see you suckers later
As I pass the mic like a hot potato
1 potato, 2 potato, 3 potato, 4
(1 - 2
gender
And somehow come together to find
Solutions for a broken planet
We have the resources as a
Civilization to find a utopia
But we’re led by the most
and watch your ass melt
In the Central I roam, I'm close to home
The dangerzone, muthafucka, get your head flown
By a loc, I'ma smoke, I'm no joke
Drop
who
On the outside
You would vocalize your hate for
You have to live with him you have no
Other option, you know what I mean? Like
Your
Option is you
9 8
Push rhymes like weight
7 6 5
I always keep it live
4 3 2
You know I stay true
I'm the 1
1
1
I'm from 9 1 kissin ass for the last nickel
Want
gs's sendin messages
two and two makes four, cristal's crazily pour
gun wars my crew phantom like swords
verse three: ghostface killer
with the green
show up at the track and I make your ass run faster
From the classroom to the lab to the gym I'm on my grind
What's this work-life balance? For me
name
We be ballin like the Dream Team in my crew
No Limit for life, and always 4ever TRU
[Chorus:x3]
4ever muthafuckin TRU, thought ya knew
from my Rock Box
Hey you, better Come Clean like Jeru
Before I take phase two and do another pay-per-view
To your crew, I give a boom bip to Q-tip
from my Rock Box
Hey you, better Come Clean like Jeru
Before I take phase two and do another pay-per-view
To your crew, I give a boom bip to Q-tip
live, but this way, all that's dead
So act like you know, black
It's the mega don, check the stat
Ninety-four, fakin no jacks
[chorus 2x]
[profes]
Check
is just the guy to lead a crew
Right up to your face and diss you
Everyone saw me on the last album cover
Holding a pistol something far from
Linford Christie
Then if I see a fence I'm a hurdler
Jump in your back garden like a burglar
And boy better know the
Difference between sending
For the 9
Your baby mom is regrettin'
Fuckin' you raw, nigga
Bring your crew, they could visit the fish
'Cause them niggas'll get wet for shorts
Like a midget
the time ya' body hits the floor
Ya' spirit won't be in it no more
Who could flow for 4 minutes or more
Without breaks, without mistakes, without flaws
I
object
Spendin' fazools
Trips for your whole projects
Epcot Center, linens for ya bitches
Rolies for your dogs
Now we in the mall, slayed by his bitches
(Mr.Cheeks)
Yo we come through like balls, see us niggas takin two pulls and pass
Nigga watch your back once you talk out your ass
I pack a .380 in
get it sixty-eight for sixty-nine, yeah (woah)
Well, I'm just sayin', yeah, uh (I'm just sayin')
No, I'm not trippin', boy, go live your life, yeah
(Duck Alert)
(Duck Alert)
(Yee-ee-aah)
(Eat your ass up)
(I don't even remember how this happened)
(Eat your ass up like a steak ???)
(The Crew
You can wear a vest, it won't stop two to the head
Shot you in your face and now your ass is better off dead
Talkin shit'll get you smoked quick
No need
Discuss these by your ass for the nine 4 album 2 live crew Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In