Lyrics:
saw the battle for the crew had little hope
Two were dead, some were wounded, all were clinging to the bow
Fighting fire and a-fighting water trying
saw the battle for the crew had little hope
Two were dead, some were wounded, all were clinging to the bow
Fighting fire and a-fighting water trying
telling lies
Corrupted cops taking black lives matter fact make that AK rise
Bun bad-mind I hope you die
Rules to this shit if Dom P call you to do the hit
so them b*****
Better come with two plus
My balls big cause God
Gave me two Spaldin's
For two nuts and she loving
The crew like the weekend
Cause she
for boosters as I'm contributing my two cents
So I'm a nuisance
Producing and I tighten the loop, like it's a noose-sence
Who's this? Not for
man
Will start living again
You wanna live in a two
I wanna live in a ten
Go and ask PPL fam I did it again
1, 2, 3 let's go!
Yeah lager and spliffs
the battle for the crew had little hope
Two were dead, some were dying, all were clinging to the bow
Fighting fire and a-fighting water trying to save their
Two by two
Comin in two by two
Never been around no guys like us, it says a lot about you
Two by two
Fuck with my two live crew
Tell me everything
Razah]
Banksta, polish my shoes, tiltin' my hat
Rockin' my jewels, knowledge my booze, kissin' my gat
Aiyo, P, we need that walk child money
We be
aims getting higher
I dey wait for messiah
But until that day I'm a rise up high
I put my light in the air
I wanna see everywhere
1 by 1 let me see you
2
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
figures
Said a Brinks is coming through, at Fashion Avenue
At Tuesday at two, now we gotta form a crew
Of motherfuckers, who ain't going out like suckers
down, say
Gimme some rhythm baby loosen up my collar (rhythm)
I'll lay you out, like a funeral parlor
Ready willin', fillin', killin' for a billin',
down, say
Gimme some rhythm baby loosen up my collar (rhythm)
I'll lay you out, like a funeral parlor
Ready willin', fillin', killin' for a billin',
[Verse 2:]
Forget To Mention, This Girl That Never Gets To The Beach
She Lives Just West Of My Street, And So We Destined To Meet
Since I'm Driving, I Ask
Henneything can happen baby
Henneything can happen baby
Henneything can happen bae
YEAH!
Get me two cups of Hennessy
Get another bottles of the Dom P
never die, ah!
My crew standing by my side
Pass the joint we getting high
In this life you live or die
So you gotta go outside
Go and catch some good
the dawny(?)
Hard, we live too, just like the 2 Live Crew, me so horny
'cause I'm a choosy thug, you get your booty hugged
Face down, ass up, don't stop, gitty
the dawny(?)
Hard, we live too, just like the 2 Live Crew, me so horny
'cause I'm a choosy thug, you get your booty hugged
Face down, ass up, don't stop, gitty
then we got this second line in for you
(Master P)
In for you
what about you and you
don't fuck with my crew
cause i'll do your
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug
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'
the bullets start bustin'
First crime, we came with Mystic Stylez on grime
You slip, I live by my rep don't fuck with mine
Da end, the souls of men
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