Lyrics:
it, gives a (uff) I'm a flaunt it
That (haaaa) got niggas thinkin I'm hunted, the bumbell
[Chorus] X 2
[Tech N9ne] (Yukmouth)
Yeah (Live and direct)
on anybody
Got the semi by me for anybody
Yeah I'm from uptown, yeah I'm from uptown
Yeah, I'm from uptown, Eastside
I'm lighting up two blunts at one time
test
Got DJ Scott LaRock by my side, not in back of me
'Cause we make up the Boogie Down Productions crew faculty
Get it right, or train yourself not
a Mac-10
And rather live the life of crime
With my Bed-Stuy connection connected in two
It's liable to start shit too wild for you
Peace to, Baisley, Forty-P
I'm chilling, I grab the Buddha, get my crew to buy beers
And watch a flick, illin' and root for the villain, huh
Plus, every morning, I go out
Saw my man layin' dead on the floor, kid I swore
That our crew will live forever, I guess I was wrong
No, until we meet again,hold ya head and stay
never lose
I don't mind being by myself, but I'd rather be with my crew
Or in the stude, or with my family
Only child but I am grown so I gotta take care
hoes
Staying on my toes
Drinking with them pros
Learning how it goes
Summer time it snows
Straight ghetto two
Whatcha gonna do
Running with my crew
Only
wants the feeling she gon slide
What it do come slide the dude, ride with the crew
Shorty bad she a five times two not a two and a half shorty really max
Niggas gone recognize get back
All of my ghost is too huh
Fuck a lil 2 live crew
Look at what this 45 do to u
Ion even care bout u Nigga
I been
my word and I'm true to my peeps
Give me a bird and my crew gon' eat
I'm over the stove like +Cuban Links+
Breakin' down +Cash Money+ like +Baby+ do
a slice of bread
I keep my word and I'm true to my peeps
Give me a bird and my crew gon' eat
I'm over the stove like +Cuban Links+
Breakin' down +Cash
to sell Dope
Yea I was sad she told me i was broke
Cooked a new batch by myself on the Low
Made all these cash in two weeks I Was bolt
Fuck what what you
dick pussy niggas
Down with the quick
My peeps guzzilin' while your
Crew was takin' sips
Set the vault lampin' comin'
Through comin' through
QB in this
lip torn tattered sash hard ass cast and crew can support though,
A band of young bandits never destined to grow,
Live in the mouth of the island
where I learned the principles
I live by, whether they were cool or unaccepted
To my youngins don’t be out there moving young and reckless
(Hook 3)
I could see it now
Whole crew iced out
Brand new whip, brand new house
I can see it now
No more bitching from my babymama, nah
Cuz she got money in
2 AM, pull up to the function with my crew
I got LIT, Domo, TeySean, Kool-Aid with me too
Pull up in Beamer, Benzes and they ain't no coupes
We dun
damn
They in love with the crew, fam
These two freak hoes wanna lick it up
Tell them drop down low then pick it up
Slow it down then speed it up
Clap
me in the hood
Posted by the store
pistol in my lap on the phone countin dough
If ya girl choose
let her do her thang
just like her mama nice ass nice
like her mama nice ass nice brain
Everbody love me
I'm so fly
Nigga throw the dueces everytime i ride by
I know you wonder why
I'm so cool
Dont ask me
Ridin Paseo, not in the day though,
Cherish the day, but then roll out when the day go,
Ridin away yo pain and sorrow,
Live for today cause you might
the handgun, she was giving birth
To a baby boy to be just like you, I wonder what's that worth
I-I wonder if you ever knew that you was a role model to me
I'm so fly, like an eagle
Live my life, so illegal
We gon ride, at your peoples
See no evil I, we do or die
When we niggas, ever learn
That time is
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