Lyrics:
of broken rocks
Whether heard in herb spots, jukebox or malt shops
Uncut live, drop eighty-five, in one shot
Spotlight hits the metal mic, majority stare
and jacuzzis
We turn up and get loopy
I have fun somebody sue
2 am
Barely feel it
At 3 am
I was tweakin
By 4 am
No weakness
By 5 am
I was peakin
Like
Fucked up
on the weekends
Only text back when ya creepin'
I ain't a fool
This game is for 2
We had the time of our lives
Not counting the minutes
Or hours
Rose petals die
nothing to loose.
I just popped a pill, and it was blue
30 milligrams, I took two
Bad bitch I fuck them all the time by the two
And you know I'm always
Intro
The number one set and sound...live! Ghetto Music. Produced by
KRS One.
Widdy bye bye bye bye bye bye bye
Widdy bye bye bye bye
out and use gun like shield
The crew is worldwide, to think we started from the Hill
Beware, of quiet niggaz layin in the cut (for what?)
Yeah woah
Yeah hey
Yeah woah
Yeah hey
Yeah woah
Alright alright alright alright
Let's get it
Two seater I'm riding with the crew
Can't nobody tell
No respect for the boys in blue
No red light see the pilot cruise
Live in the cabin that's the pilot crew
Look like a snack that's pilot food
The way
Insane Clown Posse!
ICP! About to take you way back! Way back that is, to vernor!
Posse, Yeah!
Me and Shaggy 2 Dope
In the home away from home
In
houses with the chandelier
Me and my crew, mad cans of beer
It's copin', live vibe, still eyes open, it's clear
Presidential suites at The Tangier
to disagree
Six songbooks written
By the time I was fifteen
Born in the middle class
Success never guaranteed
I used to wonder why
The older folks never made it
for the ride what it do
Only keep one or like two in my crew
Pocket it's sticky it's sticky like glue
忍び They know me they coming right through
Only
been infested by Bloods, lustin' for colors of red
More black lives done shed through
Yet the blood travelin' through veins remain blue
Boned out
G'll show you how to emcee
Live and direct from Hull City
Martin G'll show you how to emcee
Live and direct from HRE
Martin G'll show you how to emcee
to LA, On the Way to LA
Two Men are Left, the Captain and I
No Fearless Crew, No Fearless Crew
Strong Will to Live, A Need to Survive
No Fearless Crew
gon' do
I'ma pop off with the crew
So, then what you gon' do
I'ma drop that heat too
So, what you gon' do
I'ma make everyone who doubt, me doubt
Standing tall yeah im locked with the OGs, real money hunters, getting to it by any means (standing on business)
For my 2 boys and my girl, I live n
grill,
But still, I can't do this alone,
My crew's line, so I slip two dimes into the pay phone. . .
OPIO:
I'll stay home, get some rest, call my girl
body rock
Well so far you've heard my voice but I brought two friends along,
And the next on the mic is my man Hank,
C'mon, Hank, sing that song!
cold beat your crew up
If it gets thick then number two-a, pass me the ruler
Click Click...Booya!!
[Chorus 2x]
[Rock] If you don't know like I know
Then
don't need no weapons
All it takes is just these four arms
1, 2
Better praise the crew, or we'll punish you
It's the 10 Commandments
3, 4
This'll be
contender
We break him in two
The whole crowd that's what we rely on
Not fame, no rich but the crew is here to carry on
Together we rise our fists, as a lone
the booth, I'm just countin all blues
And I ain't gon' leave nothin' extra
I know this bitch wanna fuck the whole crew
Let me fuck by the two I feel better
I
for a favor now
The nigga in with the crew
And now he live major
House in Dix Hills next to Brooke Shields
With the cook and the maid, shit was real
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