Lyrics:
MC's
The W-Y-C-L-E-F, Wyclef
Through any contest
I'm victorious
Still keep it real, if you will and manifest
Through your skills, not by how many
Ima be rich i live by cream
No, ion need you baby (No)
Ion give a f*uck if you leave
But why you gone leave me baby?
(Why you)
You supposed to be here
det va' nåt?
Det tror do va?
Take a chance on me
(instrumental)
Nu gå den långsammare än förut.
Nej. 1-2-3-4.
Det
be f***in with politics
They bet on that, parents fought and got wet for that
Hosed down, bit by dogs, and got blacks into house arrest for that
my pocket
Yo heard, with my head I cock it, and rock it like that brother in colors
'Cause I want y'all to live, my crew is 2 Live, we sneakin'
at the light
The f- is taking forever to change
It's stuck, these b- are loving it, rubbing it in
Chuckling, couldn't do nothing, play it off
"What you
the f**** spot
We keepin hot for my n**** fresh up off the block
Now all my people bust a shot BLOW, BLOW, BLOW!
Bus a Bus is back all in your face and I'm
Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-A, the N-O-V-A,
And the rest is F-L-Y,
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix,
And these reasons I'll tell you
fuck by the two
YRN fashion, I'm dabbing on you
You mad at me now, so I'm laughing at you
You something to do you get hit in a room
Mama told me not
when it's time do n****z
Comin' through like I'm two n****z, a true n**** f*** a Zig Zag
Roll me a blunt and pa** that brew n****
I'm drivin' drunk
(Pxtrik, you're a lunatic)
Grr, one for them (F12)
Yo, bust it anywhere we go, live
Hahahahaha
Glee, glee, grr
Bap, bap, bap, bap, bap
Glee,
One yourself and two - run up with three gats
A 4-5, or six shot seven let eight clap
The nine milli throw ten shots
Where your face at
And the mac
three
Come with my first diddy-deed
[ Brother J ]
1-2, 1-2
Hm... F.T.P., F.T.P.
Same old gee with the same strategy
See a [edited] em on down
horny like 2 Live Crew
Hoes get crunk for cheese, damn skippy
Like the bar kays and pay the little whippy
In they jazzy T's, bitches on they knees
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,
friends and my crew
Makes it definitely special (a-one, two, a-one, two)
Now there's no Shiny Happy People in the crew we play the rough
I got
E.D.I Amin]
Life in High Speed
F*** the punishment, tie weed
I gonna buy me a gun
F*** doin` time
[2Pac]
I live life High Speed
Slightly
scare people like cnnabelle
The crew got crew, Shower Pals and cnnabelle
Sometimes I say go to hell
Cuz they piss me off
They say they sick, well rap
when im up
Thats why i dont give a f*ck
Yea
F*uck em all gotta live yours
Cherish life you only get one
Work hard never give up
You was never down with
friends and my crew
Makes it definitely special (a-one, two, a-one, two)
Now there's no Shiny Happy People in the crew we play the rough
I got
the world stops, we been living up in Hell's shop
We been living up in Hell's shop
So I'ma live it to the top notch, f*** with me
Get up out your seat, you
pregnant off a finger ah
Doc the code name, merging both lanes off the lot
(We can die) Yeah I'm taking full blame
I'm hard headed, cap fitted for ryhmes
I
I don`t wanna lose my life
I don`t wanna save the world
Don`t wanna be no sacrifice
F**k the liquor f**k them girls
And f**k them other n**g*s lives
know that I
Live and die for the things I do slang
I use breakin' down mics and destroyin' crews.
1-2-1-2 uh
1-2-1-2 mic check 1-2-1-2
1-2-1-2
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