Lyrics:
bodyguards, I got two big cars
That definitely ain't the wack
I got a Lincoln Continental and a sunroof Cadillac
So after school I take a dip in the pool
DIE FOR YOU
YO BLOOD IS RED
MY BLOOD IS RED
WE CAN WORK WIT THAT
THEN THATS WHAT IT IS
VERSE
EVERYDAY
P-T
EVERYTHING
3-B
1 MILE
2 MILE
3 MILE
E-Z
Party through the roof, yeah
They know we the truth, yeah (I ain't lying)
She look like that ooh, yeah
They come by the two, yeah (I ain't lying)
We be
(let's go half on a lady)
Ya motherfuckers ain't live, don't control the streets
I sold 163 thousandon my 1st week
That means I got more fans than you
slang I use
breakin' down mics
and destroyin' crews.
1-2-1-2 unhh............ 1-2-1-2 mic check 1-2-1-2
1-2-1-2 unhh............ 1-2-1-2 mic
goin down
Gettin round
I'm the spook that sat by the sound
F***ing with Sadamn will bring a new Saigon
Ain't nothing changed PE we be the same crew
Yo 'Pac yo, I heard you got beat up by the police
Got a big fat lawsuit and everything
Niggas just wanna know
If you still gon' be on some
(5) Only strong will survive
(4) Cause we live by the sword
(3) Plus sixty degrees
(2) For the black and the blue
(1) For the sun.. step into
jes-
Us running on top
Verse 2:
I ain't done where you going?
Sit down man
Cover my aura in Versace cologne
They thought I was done but my gang is
shout-out to my man
MC Homicide and DJ Fatal!
Twin one and two my man Milk!
My man Fred Dawg, the O.G.B. crew!
Y'all know how we flow
And I'm a drop it like
one degree
Surrounded by niggas who did first degree
And the other ones that never got they first degree, sheesh
Lucky me (nigga), yeah, I done
and proud
Ain't no time to hesitate at the gate
Do it now
Bust-a-bus
What a gwan?
How you feel?
Feeling great
What you want?
I want to do it
to the crew
Oh KT, he lightskin he ain't gon' put up no fight
I got my 30 with me so I guess you niggas right
Uh, yeah, I guess you niggas right
I got my 30
able to control this?
I know some fok' that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard the explosions
Same shit happened back in Hurricane
My crew ain't the squad my new ain't tall
Who ain't talking that shit the ballers get with
All of this shit is scholarship flow I'm tossing free wisdom
2live crew shit, I rap a lot about new shit
This that country rap tune southern fried funky shit
I am the antithesis or opposite of monkey shit
for the job
Take it to the Wild Wild West
{*beat kicks in*}
BOODOODOO..
[Intro Pt. II: Crisis (RZA) {Ms. Roxy}]
Yeah.. (Come on son)
The one
You ain’t out here making moves
Live it up that’s what we do
Trademark The Block that’s my crew
I do not know about you
You wanna see what we bout
I don't wanna live no more
Sometimes I hear death knocking at my front door
I'm living every day like a hustle, another drug to juggle
Another
To the poor I pour in on in metaphors
Not bluffin', it's nothin'
That we ain't did before
We played you stayed
The points made
You consider it done
By
the rich
Five, only strong will survive
Four, 'cause we live by the sword
Three, plus sixty degrees
Two, for the black and the blue
One, for the sun,
cause I ain't coppin' out (nope)
And I f**k wit b-boys who bring them choppers out (yuppp)
One shot of that will have the boys bring the coppers out
Music lil bitch I'm the owner
Really live it gang I'm like RU2
I'm Hunnitsworld bitch who the fuck are you
I'm high as the sky I been sipping
the window and my shadow's in the mirror
Scopin you like the one time, but bitch this ain't no law shit
Searchin you up and down, no fuckin around I want that
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