Lyrics:
up, nigga, tear the club up
This for all you playa haters who be talkin' that (ha ha)
The Three 6 show no love, put some hurt on a trick
I'm
JuJu so you know
Strap a metal jacket every fuckin' place I go
So play Dionne Warwick's song and Walk On By
Or maybe stick around for a Columbian
thongs off
And it be crazy in the club when that Lunatic song go off
I be that 'pull up right beside you, beating bad' type of 'Tic
I'm a 'hold up
misery, yeah
Two can really ease the pain like a perfect remedy
One can be alone in a bar drinkin' all alone by herself
Two can make that lonely place
the flavor
They fear the ruffneck niggas with the lunatic behavior
And now we gotta eat, gotta make ends meet
Stabbin' for a fee, it gets hard
Yo, what you tell a motherfucker with two black eyes?
Nothing, you done already told his punk-ass twice
D, E, R, R, T, Y (we back, we back, we
report to the Lobby:
Boarding has just began!
Part 2. Dark Side’s Anarchy
[Storyline]
For safety reasons all of the inmates were being kept inside
can't do shit for free bitch
I'm doing me
I gotta get it by myself, I get this money by myself
I swear I do it like it's two of me
I'm Lil Durk two
here two minutes, mami already yellin
"What a nigga gon' do with it, can we hop in the Infinite?"
Five deep in a Yuko', we struggle by toes, we still
No we must see him.
Mandy: Go and praise someone else's brat, go on.
Wise Man 2: We were led by a star.
Mandy: Led by a bottle, more
still bae for you
If I get in trouble would you defend for me
Were you gonna say I do I do for you
Were you gonna hold my hand by two by two
Were you
two by two by ten
Twenty by five one hundred percent
One by two by two by ten
Twenty by five one hundred percent
One by two by two by ten
Twenty by five
Two up, two up, to high now for ya
Two up, two up, to high now for ya
Two up, to high now for ya
Two up, two up, to high now for ya
Two up, two up,
to Triple Six so no lord can save'em
I try to least stay after but now I ask for another favor
One of my homies died, two of my niggah's in the J.C
But now
can smack and make sure
We stay low from the dea
In the field with some lunatic
Took a lost I'll be back on my feet
With like 2 more bricks
Lil
and fast
Lock up 8 niggs..kill up 10 pigs
??? and fuckas are ?altered? by a 2
Now what else can I do?
Fuck, fuck, fuck and plant my seeds
Leavin' kids in
Hung by a cable are the rebel's names and
Time keeps running in two
1-2 1-2 1-2 1-2 1-2 1-2
1-2 1-2 1-2 1-2 1-2 1-2 1-2
1-2 1-2 1-2 1-2 1-2 1-2
1-2
of the fittest, first rule of the strong I'm not made by Nabisco, but I drink Cisco When I go to Hardee's I always order me a Frisco Combo meal $2.95 Oh what a deal
broad day
By a craze lunatic with a gun
Who just happened to work on the same block in a library book depository
Where the President would go for
just two young believers
That fell in love with the seashore
You're my beautiful lunatic
You turn me on then you play with my own feelings
I don't wanna
believe that somebody would pay for this
Yeah I'm so tough and you might've heard
I could make the beat knock (*two knocks*) like I'm Heisenberg
I walk
Hey man
Did you notice the bass strings make like an R2-D2 Sound on this track?
You mistake me
I am not so fun
To be the unease of every party
Rung
Yo, what you tell a muh'fucker with two black eyes?
Nothin', you done already told his punk ass twice
D E are are T why
(We back, we back, we back)
raw
You better hit floors soon as I declare war
Coming straight at cha, better run quick from a click
That's sick with a bunch of lunatics
For those
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