Lyrics:
gettin caught in my zone you'll become a corpse
Chorus 2x
[Starang]
Starang forever like Wu Tang my crew brings drama
Hangin your ass upside down by ya shoe strings
Smoke tell em how we doin this
to 1000 nigga
Yea
From a mill to these mills man
Okay, them birds fly high but we get them bitches cheap
Table full of coke who say two mountains never
thought that it was funny
But who's the dummy, 'cause, now you done lost the hustler
A down-ass brother done been replaced by a buster
And though I got
*(Phats Bossi)*
Throw up yo hands if you Thugged Out!
First nigga act up, first nigga gettin drugged out!
Throw up yo hands if you Thugged Out!
First
Ladies and gentlemen
Right here on tonight's stage
We're gonna have two savage minds
Two ruthless battlers two gruesome souls
Go live, right here
In
to my crew
Fuck all yall niggas who say I dont like you
[Bugz]
Im a brand named guy
Who loves to stay high
Got a ten inch dick and the gun the same size
better, I cain't lie
Went to the house and she made
Me some hot potato pie
All my friends be sayin
"She ain't nothin but a scrub"
But she make me feel high
chun chaa
2+2
Laundo ka Bane do Bane do crew kya
2+2
Kamra aur me dono feel karein blue kya
2+2
2+2
Not gonna in crew (kya)
Not gonna in crew (kya)
Not
playa-hatin-lame-ass niggas
And we on this laid-back track, something smooth
Eh yo, Mayz, whatcha don' do, kick it
[Mayz]
And ride on, niggas get your high
I'm drunk off the liquor
Smokin' funk by the boxes, packin' Glocks is
Natural to eat you niggas like chocolates
The funk baby
(I live for
I'm drunk off the liquor
Smokin' funk by the boxes, packin' Glocks is
Natural to eat you niggas like chocolates
The funk baby
(I live for
hopeless, I can't cope
Me and the homies smokin' roaches, 'cause we broke
Late night hangin' out 'til the sunrise gettin' high
Watchin' the cops roll by
that bullshit quick
Caught up in the limelight gettin way too slick
See em at the shows bout to rock they shit off
Gettin they peeps fucked up cause they
you knew I was goin' to bust a move (brr)
I'm drippin' mud on my shoes, yeah, I got slatts by the twos
Put Chanel and Jimmy Choos, I don't play by
Kelly, but give me brain bitch, c'mon
[Chorus Two: Proof]
The name of my crew is D.. {one-two}
You got some pills in your pocket, I want.. {one too}
This a Smooth Hitter
Yeah I got my crew richer
I done got my crew bigger
We need more than two figures
Smooth Hitter
Yeah I got my crew richer
I done
a breeze
When I ride by high
Sittin' on Tonas
Tearing up spots
And blocks in my hood ain't got no corners
'Cause we done chipped 'em all off a proper
#2: It could be carried by an African swallow!
GUARD #1: Oh, yeah, an African swallow maybe, but not a European
swallow, that's my point.
GUARD #2
it's probably this (fiesta)
Yes ma, Bed-Stuy, fiesta
Remix with the homie from the Midwest side
Game recognize game, hoes do too
It's the new 2 Live
it's probably this (fiesta)
Yes ma, Bed-Stuy, fiesta
Remix with the homie from the Midwest side
Game recognize game, hoes do too
It's the new 2 Live
them hundreds
I ain't tryna count no fifties
Bangin' 2 Chainz on 26's
I'm ridin' 'round and I'm gettin' it
(yeah, uh, 2 Chainz)
I got gator on my
midas with the gold
Bet I'm gonna grind like my soul got sold
Live 2 decades but I'm never gettin old
Venom I be spittin
Flows they be rippin
Can do it
on top of stacks
B****es, whips, floss, gettin in puttin' it in n****
Swerve on a hater like, "f*** your life"
I'll just ask spider, if that's your
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