Lyrics:
Lover's in the house, one-two y'all)
It's goin DOWWWN (one-two, and ya don't quit)
(It's part two on the verse
Gettin down like this)
Check this out
Bow
me pop my trunk
Show you my amps and my Mossberg pump
Because when I pull it most niggers run
Fool niggers stay and get hit by the ricochet
(talkin' bout)
Death to a nigga that lie on the trap house (trap house)
I gave her ass a little bit more, then she tapped out (tapped out)
Hit the 2 Live
from the I-N-G
My peeps play for keeps, deep crews pay dues
By murder ones and twos, rip riders and Damus
Choose to stay gangsta, you never ever ran
your house and be like, yo
Don't you gotta man
Why you fuckin' wit' mine
See, I been through bad times
Get yo' mind off mines
You must be lonely
don't you just come to my house, b****, you know?
[Mo] Yeah, I come through, yo, where you live at?
[Missy] Ask your n**** where I stay at
[Mo] Please,
still remained
Within him had bled out in the car
That day in 2000 the mix
Tape campaign made him famous
On the streets and caught
The attention of Eminem
stop playin' nigga, pass that lighter
My niggas, he got hundreds, we got hundreds
My niggas, half a B, we got money
My niggas, 2 Live Crew, shawty get
A yeah! Bad Boy in the house for the '95
Big shout out to my man Mel Smith
To my man Don Cee Shan in the house
What's up Michelle Ray, what's up boo?
you in my arms
Now look at you now big, but I worry about you
I worry about you all the time, hangin' out on the corner
All times at night with
you in my arms
Now look at you now big, but I worry about you
I worry about you all the time, hangin' out on the corner
All times at night with
Remember to keep the Mos Def in the mix
Straight butter hits, drop as a good as it gets now (what up? Uh)
Come on, y'all, get live, get down
What we
Remember to keep the Mos Def in the mix
Straight butter hits, drop as a good as it gets now (what up? Uh)
Come on, y'all, get live, get down
What we
Funky!
Ready?
Funky! Funky!
One two, one two
We came here to do the motherfucking do
You and the crew
Got my man Marley Marl in the house
Funky
Ready
Funky, funky
One two, one two
We came here to do the motherfucking do
You and the crew
Got my man Marley Marl in the house
Can't
your roof drop
House shoes, blue top, money like I move rocks
Dissin' will get you socked, and yo' bitch move wop
Whole crew popped, by this old
pastor or no deacon I’m just preaching to my people out here weeping we gotta fight back f*ck that weak sh*t/Can’t get no justice get some street
no love
The phony gotta hit the road slowly
So the record gets pushed by Sony
I'm in the middle like monie
And the press say that
My own people
hurt 'em up, move out, blow the spot
Round two, rounds flew (*shots*) in the parkin' lot
Niggas rallied up to see who got shot
Wait down G, my whole crew
cuss em out
I got 15 in my mouth, 150 dropped on da house
He spent like 16 for da raw n bought a half a block of soft
I just got 50 for the paper work I
gonna kick my ass out
I'm in the house y'all, I'm in the house y'all
And ain't no new boyfriend gonna kick me out, y'all!
Fuck that, I'm in the house, I'm
remember one
-who the f^ck is two? I don't understand it
-BRIDGE
-and we ain't got time to waste
-f^ck waiting n!**a gotta get mine today
-and we ain't got
position (uh), here come my intuition (uh-huh)
Go in this pocket
Rob him while his friends watchin'
That clockin' (uh), here comes respect
His crew's
my stereo
Don't matter, I'm so flattered, I mix up, then dish platters
Wondering if I should throw a rock and watch it all shatter
And I See
Two birds
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