Lyrics:
'em
Don't matter what crew, every last one of 'em
It's gettin' crowded in here, some acts got to go
Let's start by eliminatin' groups that can't flow
Dimes by the furnace
Live life like Capone cause
A muthafucka earned it
Paper planes with them hunnid dolla bills
Spent a couple mill but still, nigga
merchant
Live by the laws, die by the rules
My gleam play the part of a fool
Now hear these jewels from a wise king
See what my eyes seen
Ten year supreme,
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
crew, every last one of 'em
It's gettin' crowded in here, some acts got to go
Let's start by eliminatin' groups that can't flow
I better meal my deal,
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
that Luke 17 and 32 I’m Warning you
This graveyard shift wake the dead We're not the morning crew
My penmanship got too much Pressure write with bleed
know that I
Live and die for the things I do slang
I use breakin' down mics and destroyin' crews.
1-2-1-2 uh
1-2-1-2 mic check 1-2-1-2
1-2-1-2
independent..
[Im all by myself]
Depend on yourself be independent..
[Im all by myself]
{VERSE 2}
I wanna say thank you.. yes you.. [why] cuz my life it use
the pole with me
Graveyard shit, got coke or weed
I know you suck dick, can't smoke with me
Pineapple Fanta, I mix with a sip or two
I'm dirty, I failed
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
and pull out my two shot derringer
Cause yes, Heather be comes classier
Cause Heather be , Jamal-Ski, and KRS the trainer
makes up the dope crew
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
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'
Time passes by, dreams drown by the distant screams
Trained hounds tryna bite, yeah we live to bleed
From my mother to the urn, we live to burn
I
yeah)
Meet me by the moon (right)
Half past dusk (fuck that)
Back from the dust, Cut Throat
He loves them drugs and guns
Jump in the cut, got about
big skeeter
Reporting live from the bleacher
Sporting KC
Know they hate me
Underdog babies
Not from the 80's
From the two three
Red nose, blue toes
When
In the Rotten Apple take a bite taste the worm
Embrace the world of reality we're faced to learn
Coke connection drug bust graveyards where thugs
It's the number one crew in the area
The Big L be lightin' niggas like incense
Gettin' men lynched, too intense, I'm killin' infants for ten
the mainstream?
Meek Mill leans forward into the
Glow of his computer screen
His expression unreadable behind a
Pair of gold sunglasses
It's April, well after two
Tough sinners, break bread with Jesus at dinner
Protected by a heavenly force, fuck a minister
Niggaz know better, no one's letter is better than mine
flows wit two by fo's wit sand paper
Now what is a MC if he can't flow
Up next is E-Swift and my name is J-Ro
We don't give a fuck if you down wit
name is, man we got a real crew, we got
Motherfuckers over here rapping for real, eat pussy on records and
Shit, that shit ain't what's happening, we
pork.
[Verse 2]
Shit.
Were not trying to be cool or the cleverest kids
But it was probably this crew who drank the beverages.
That's why writing time
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