Lyrics:
have the answer
At least the one I wanna hear,
So is anybody there?
Listening to what I'm tryna share?
It ain't the one I wanna hear
So is anybody there?
two
Livin down the street where BIG got shot
I hunt you
And the very next day where Pac met his fate
It's how we live our life, surrounded by Che
Pause
choose
A lit fuse if you don’t share the same views
I'm Trynna make moves get cash and pay dues
But I hate crews who get loud and break rules
Fake fools
essential and don't waste away my day
We need no rules no new shoes
We just wanna fucking move and this is your proof
We need no rules no new shoes
We just
A real man puts his family 1st
Rolling with my brothers never put that 2nd or 3rd
They we're eating we was hungry plus dying of thirst.
Coming up
she's mine
2 Live Crew, put the pussy in my palm
She put on a nigga and make a grown man cry
Feeling bullshit, I dont pay you no mind
But whats your sign?
Why wasn't they able to control this?
I know some folk that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard explosions
Same shit happened back
you
Ain't no way, share my air without you
I just like, what I like
I'm loving you
Ain't no way
Ain't no way (hell no)
Ain't no way, live my life
Cought your closest on your seat
And that's my dearest fairest friend
[Chorus x2 - Coolio]
I don't wanna die right, he doesn't wanna die right
No nobody
that's that old me
Look I don't want you to take this the wrong way
I wanna look at my life and be okay
I wanna live out my life like I'm Kanye
In my own
And get the evil peers
Out of my life I never wanna see you
Yeah!
Bitch
You ain't a Technician
You don't know the pledge
But you said that you listen
I don't even wanna get wit you
Bitches everywhere here
Pussy residue
I don't wanna touch
Unless you get a test or two
I'm just playin
But you lookin
as African as KRS is, who wanna test this?
Fuck y'all you don't impress me and no one can test me
An emcee so ill, I got AIDS scared to catch me
All that shit
fast, when my Smith Wes' blast
So just dash or trespass and get your chest smashed
Rap New York rules, I sport jewels and extort crews
Don't get me
Chorus: Notorious B.I.G. (repeat 2X)
I don't wanna live no mo'
Sometimes I hear death knockin at my front do'
I'm livin everyday like a hustle,
me to your fountain of youth (yeah, yeah, yeah)
It’s only fair that I live as long as you
I don’t wanna grow old without telling you the truth
I don’t
While we rule by blind madness and pure greed
Our lives dictated by tradition, superstition, false religion
Through the aeons, and on and on
Oh yes we'll
numbers, I turn you and your crew into two plumbers
Translation, get your shit together and pipe down
Fuck a mic, I don't write, I chew and spit
I'll
See man on road and you wanna get prang
Don't question if I've got a 9 milli
Forget the zoots and blaze on a philly
If you really wanna see a nigga get
Deadly kid.. yo!
"C'mon!" "One two!"
"The numba one set and sound" -> [BDP]
"Meth-Tical" -> [Method]
"Pete Rock, this one's for the crew" -> [CL Smooth]
steps wrong
I say it with my chest, this the only crew I would bet on
Rule 4,080 never get lead on
By industry people that's so shady they're dead
You don't really know, that you don't wanna see
That you don't really want, you don't wanna see
You really don't believe, that you wanna see
You
don't stop
Don't, don't stop (Jay)
One, one, two, two, three, three
The, the Hollis, Hollis crew, crew
For, for, for, for, for the love now
Cool
don't stop
Don't, don't stop (Jay)
One, one, two, two, three, three
The, the Hollis, Hollis crew, crew
For, for, for, for, for the love now
Cool
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