Lyrics:
time I wake up
Like my D saying "Come Up"
Morning wood hard as Fuck
Don't mean to take this sexually but Words ain't enough.
Gotta prove I might be
You say "what, what"
Put 'em up, put 'em up
One shot, two shots
Three shots, I'm turnt up
One shot, two shots
Three shots, I'm turnt up
One shot, two
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
somethin' down, we got another one mixed
And, I got ten jibs to find out where another one lives
And, we're comin' equipped, but we ain't burglin', it's one
two to three more niggaz
Damn I hate a golddigger
Yeah, gimme that microphone
I make opponents shit bricks like Tyson's home
I keep the jacked
(Ay Ay!)
Ay!
One life
We affi live it (Let's live it!)
Two times
For all the winnings (Uh Huh!)
Three times
Because we're different (Let's go!)
And true
They ain’t ‘bout to check the tag, they just ready to shoot
Still consider me 3/5 of you?
Then we gon’ need a price check on 2
Nip this tree at the roots
"Alright, cool, Jay"
But I gotta be at work by 3, it's midday
I can't go in smelling like weed, he said
"Okay" stop by the cheap tobacco store
Two swishers
(Mr.Cheeks)
Yo we come through like balls, see us niggas takin two pulls and pass
Nigga watch your back once you talk out your ass
I pack a .380 in
ours
I'm getting fresh and it took me a couple hours
The water dripping
I walk out and it's a shower
Louis v
Silly me show no sympathy
2 or 3
2 and me
I get Texas Chainsaw Massacre
You will get Freddy Krueger part 6 and
Final Destination part 3
Trust me I'll push your wig back
This ain't a fair clash
my only friend
Is the city I live in is beautiful Brooklyn
Long as I live here believe I'm on fire, hey
'Cause it's the B-the-R-the-O-the-O-K
L-y-n
Verse 2: Lek Ratt (40 Thevz)
More temptation than faith
I guess we livin' for the day
I seen a man get swept off his feet
by a boy with an AK
things you ain't done before
I need 1 2 3 4 5 drinks sitting in the system
I see 6 7 8 9 10 chicks I'm tryna get with them
Move ya waist
Feel the pace
Oh
too popped if yo ass 2 Pac
Cargos with the 12 gauge shotty in it
Plus I still got a crib on Brazil
I ain't never holly that but I
Got a Maserati in it
to control this?
I know some folk that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard explosions
Same shit happened back in Hurricane Betsy
1965: I ain't
love is the law that we live by
Day by day I wonder why my shorty had to die
I reminice over my ghetto princess everyday
Give it up for my shorty
Remember when I used to chase em girls in Cape Coast
I could mention one or two of em but now it's case closed
I ain't tripping I ain't thinking bout
that shot at me
I think I`ll probably, ride by and let `em sample the varieties,
My hollow ain`t easy to swallow,
Like them five dollar bottles,
Kill
of activity is governed by the wishes of somebody else
Them niggas wanna see me runnin', they know I won't
They say misery loves company, no, I don't
Ain't
We are here to tell the world just who we are
Shocking female (MC's), shocking female (MC's) (Repeat 2x)
Verse 1: Phife
No need for, introductions,
ain't home
And I'm rocking with my crew
Just rolled into town and I came to lay it down
Pass me the 'gar and we'll go very far
Pull up to your house, take
roger
Radar identification, turn right, heading 0-3-0
I got mo' class than most of 'em, ran wit' the best of 'em
Forgave the less of 'em and blazed
roger
Radar identification, turn right, heading 0-3-0
I got mo' class than most of 'em, ran wit' the best of 'em
Forgave the less of 'em and blazed
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