Lyrics:
and rock the dope TEC's
Get drunk
Then run through crews like group sex
Get sprung, it's fun, out to hear the hoes
Homeboys, make noise from back to front
Crime, life, bitches, money, time
For my Braveheart's, my Braveheart's
Uh, uh, uh, what, what, what?
One time, two times
From 'Breaking Atoms'
feat. Preacher Earl, Melo T, Bass Blaster, Asu, Guru
[ Greg Nice ]
Check it out, check it out
I got my whole crew in the house
and we gon' turn
can say or do
That could stop us my nigguh we breaking through
We rolling 2 by 2
In a 4 by 4
Got a 4 door
Sitting 4 4
Pedal floor low
Going vroom
ain't Nova Scotia, where the fk na
Out in Japan, Konichiwa
It don't matter if it's pounds
Dollars or yen if it's money to be got
Imma get it till my nas
clapped, we can talk real sh*t or get into rap, thought homie was your man, why you tell me that? Heard a mouse in the house, think we got a rat, my sign is
gets up to the window without their F*#King slips filled out... I won't ever have to go to the store to buy my favorite Salt & Vinegar Chips and have
You can look me up and down, and my DJ too
Because we make up the boogie down productions crew
Takin' out MC's on the 1, 2, 3
No matter who they
trying to get this s**t
Stoney Rivers, B 2 Da 3rd. Shoutout to all n***as out there
We gettin dis money, By Any Means Necessary still Ya dig?
Creepin up
til it's humbling
Think you grounded and get punished
This the second time Slay needed my two
Cents to keep it a hundred
How you want it? Fake and be
the Opp's, Nigga Buss
Rule number 2
Never switch up on the crew
Keep it A hundred nigga always stay true
Rule number 3
Leave the house with out the heat
Hell
care. Compton's 50 miles but,
yo, I'm ma get there. Archin my back and on a straight rough. Just like Carl
Lewis I'm bailin' the f**k out. from city
And all get all loud but that aint my style,
And he who he gonna get and what he gonna do,
Run up on me if he want to,
Out there impressin his homies,
But
unleaded
Only the best out the Likwit Crew out the west
And we shine time after time writting lyri-gets
On freshly buffed and waxed marble steps
to maintain and rearrange my life
styles fast gaining living life so wild how you like me now moved out
the house you ask why im so lucky better get some weed
with no maps
Get robbed and ask to borrow my pistol ain't gon' happ'
Me, you, the crew just fell out over dough and a lil' crack
Never could
on my ones
Don't ever think you can't get bun
You will turn ghost while I sip rum
Two two bath and everyting done
Two two bath now everyting Skeen
him with the other six, that's seven man
Give me a medal man, Devilman, sekkle man
You'll get eaten
In a lyrical war I can't get beaten
'Cause my lyrics
they ask me who the girl in the car its jus my baby momma
I don't give a f**k about the hoe!
I sock that b**** in the jaw by surprise and pull the nails
cause I got money now
Where was y'all at when I wasn't making noise? (Where in the f**k was you at?)
See I know who was rocking, and who knew my stock
out
But if these f**k n****s ever try me I’ma air it out
You loose your life if you play bout this s**t these n****s be flexing got money to get
I’m
know you not 'bout to Showout
Cause I'll get my Hitman to Holla at you
(And I'll knock him the fuck out)
(I'll knock him the fuck out)
You know what's up
York got ya
Now you wanna use my Mobb as a crutch
What you think, you can't get bucked again?
Once again
Back in the house once again
Live
York got ya
Now you wanna use my Mobb as a crutch
What you think, you can't get bucked again?
Once again
Back in the house once again
Live
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