Lyrics:
a bet I turn the ace up, $hort and Jay, what
Verse two: Too $hort
I never stop making money dont give 'em no slack
Drinking dirty motherf**kers til
gassed like o2
I don't know you, see you later
You're too gassed like o2
Charge mad prices for data
I'mma come through with my new crew
Gonna stunt
stick around
This here from the soul
They pull my heart out
Left me with a frown
Count that cash yeah
Nowadays
You got to live it like ya last yeah
When
hitman I want you dead ya crew dead
If I go in my bag like you did blllllllat!
I'll air this bitch out and
That's on my two kids
Truth is, this not gon' go
to the raving
Out to the raving
Out to the raving crew
Out to the raving
Out to the raving
Out to the raving crew
Out to the raving
Out to the raving
in the ruins do you want to get chewed up?
shut em down one round when the crew is up
don't pop( 1 2 ) combination get a swift violation
(What)
Never catch me lacking
Open up shop then we taxing
I been had to pray on the mattress
Devil couldn't catch me
God sparred me I stay active
God
from Far Rock hoppin'
Over the turnstile
To set up shop up top by the Jamaican spot
My joints have been a
Bop, from vinyl, cassettes, cDs and streams
of broken rocks
Whether heard in herb spots, jukebox or malt shops
Uncut live, drop eighty-five, in one shot
Spotlight hits the metal mic, majority stare
of broken rocks
Whether heard in herb spots, jukebox or malt shops
Uncut live, drop eighty-five, in one shot
Spotlight hits the metal mic, majority stare
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
matter how much gyal Weh me go f**k u never grieve
Bad b**ch deh by me side and never leave
Even when the thing get steep
When me sh**t people she see it
peakin
And live big number one record northeast region
So stop breathin, I'll let you shop for scraps soon after I eat
This is the remix back with the beat
for a favor now
The nigga in with the crew
And now he live major
House in Dix Hills next to Brooke Shields
With the cook and the maid, shit was real
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
Send a hit threw the G5
12 Am don’t know who kilt him Drop the tint hang out the window
You don’t want to see us creep by
You don’t want to see us
to stop shop, got knocked when I popped the glock
Shit was ran right by me and my man Mike
'Cause I choose to use a gun don't mean that I can't fight
(KE on the track)
No Ceilings
Okay
I got this chrome on this Bugatti
I'm strong in this Bugatti
2 V8's ain't no such thing as driving calm in
this bitch, dipped freshly
New Lugz, give the crew hugs, guzzle two mugs
Before I do drugs that make me throw up like flu bugs
True thugs, rugged
represent to keep it live
Testin' 1-2-3 I flows rhymes wicked Jamal represent to keep it live (x2)
Verse 1:
Back in the day where I'm from in the slum it was
dem f**k roun mi link a hole dem sleep inna
Dem dawg yah dem nuh nyam cheap dinna
One drive by slap weh all three nigga
Verse 1
Tell dem tan a dem
Merky-ky-ky-ky-ky london
My bruddas don't dab, we just Vossi bop
I tell your girl to
Link me at the coffee shop
Getting freaky in the sheets
We're
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
Have you ever worn the mask one-two one-two
M to the A to the S to the K
Put the mask upon the face just to make the next day
Feds be hawkin me
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