Lyrics:
cha want to do?
want to ride with, want to roll with the crew, get live with the crew?
In 99, it's time to shine with the crew
Yo what cha, what
the tide
Ups and downs i just adapt with the times.
Mic 2 1 check mic check 1 2
Take it way back for the Old Skool Crew
For the bars there that will make you
Pour two shots for loss Soldiers
And one more for the whole city
Other cities can't fuck with us
And if they do they so silly
Clocked in no time out
[Verse 1]
One for the devil two for my God
Father please forgive me while I rock this broad!
(Tormented)
I've been lovin coochie since it was
you)
You look so deep
You know that it humbles me,
Your by my side and troubles them don't trouble me
Many have called but the chosen Is you
Whatever
comfortable
49's 45's a pump or two
We don't permit outsiders amongst the crew
Matter fact who the fuck are you
'Cause I, I got to get it got to get it
really a beginner
A hood nigga tryna turn into
A grammy award winner
I'm eatin' you see shit on my
Plate when it's time for dinner
I really rap what I live
a mule
to put my kids through school
Live by my number one rule, got to support my crew
I’ve got nothin’ to lose, divin’ head first in the pool
I’ll be
Ninety-ninety-motherfuckin'-two
Straight from Jersey, the Philly blunt lives on
Yo, B, tell 'em how this shit goin' down
Time, time for some,
Ninety-ninety-motherfuckin'-two
Straight from Jersey, the Philly blunt lives on
Yo, B, tell 'em how this shit goin' down
Time, time for some,
the fuck up outta here
Aiyo, it's time to get drastic, but God bless the fantastic
Herb passed it, now I melt the mic like it's plastic
I rag crews
and the crew
We got them bandz bandz, nigga we counting blues
We got them bandz bandz, racks on racks times 2
A 100 racks to blow but I never keep it on me
and the time comes to choose which shall it be
the wide and crooked or the straight and narrow
we got one push to give and one life to live
so stand up for
cheese my pen and paper
It's time for me here to prepare my caper
I written it down the line and now a ring is on my phone
It's my nigga Spigg Nice, he
dudes got bullied all throughout high school
Grew up seeking vengeance, cause within the it's a lit fuse
Issues that lack tissue, couch time, pistols
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,
Been down for the crew, Through times when they tough
Broke down in the pockets, Getting it out the mud
Fast forward in time, The money stack up
ones yeah we gotta stay true
Cause we roll with the crew
One time you wanna roll with the roll with the
Two times you wanna roll with the crew
It's time
up
It's like time to be loved, not time to give up, yeah
Feel the vibes move right you
Live life and choose what you do
Got the crew, got the night
Thirty two shots to split ya!
It's all about the cash when I'm fuckin' wit' ya!
John could make ya richer!
Fuck the Prince of Bel-Air!
I'm
when it's time to rock
I speak out - my voicebox peak out at a hundred watts
Who wanna cipher, I get dumb
Word to my mother, the Father, the Holy Ghost
without trusting
Yea too much hate when ya crew hot, too much love get you 2Pac'd
Too much bread over here get you stalked by the feds
The IRS and a few
(It's time to wake up)
When I woke up today (Chillin with my crew)
(What you doing right now homie?) I knew it was going to be special
You got
And thinkin' how you danced on the disco scene
My name appears in your mind,
Yeah, a name you know that was right on time
It was Phase Two just doin' a do
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