Lyrics:
my God
Do not attempt to diss me and my squad
Diggin in the Crates crew click my brother
I'm on the mic, Big L is on the other
For those that
ain't trying to get by
Cause I can't just get stuck in the same old mix
Know some niggas who stuck in the same old shit
Still be thinking about all
Benz kaufen
Könn' von all dem Taxigeld
Einer in der crew 4 life
Ich hab dir so viel zu verdanken
Mars massive!
Aachtung, Mars kriegt auch mit dreißig
and look where we at
the bottom, simple as that
I'm bringing it back to the fore-front
like Luke in the 2 Live Crew days
he's the one that's got these mami's
live in California, drive a drop top
Roll by the beach, look at the freaks
jump in my car, I do it every week
DJ's who know call me Mister Short
All
Prepare for Attack on the Stars
Prepare for Attack on the Stars
Five, four, three, two, one
Begin attack
Begin attack
Ah, hip, Swass, down
let's go in 1,2,3
Mix it drink it shake it up and sink it
We don't give a fuck what anybody else thinking
Grab a bottle pop it grab a bottle pop it grab
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
Shit you won't find at old navy, two hundred zero ad
Still live shit, spit to divide cliques on some wise guy shit
Same chick from the ? , pretty eyes
I'm way too charged, live like a star (Shee)
Live like I is, you not up to par (Huh)
"Survey said", who raising the bar? (Brr)
This for my ninjas you
bumpin' the 15, night time got parlay, plucka
Plucka, in the mix now ya cocksucka,
I never leave it alone home, I love a big baked roll, in your
Face freak
[ CHORUS (2X) ]
Some heat 4 yo azz
Some heat 4 yo azz
Them Sick Wid' It nigga got the beat 4 yo azz
Some heat 4 yo azz
Some heat 4 yo azz
That nigga
I'll try
Reproducing pollination beeswax, watch me leap and fly, Whoo!
Two, two three four
Three, two, yeesh! Woah
Hahaaaaa, yeah I feel good
It's
My crew in the front got it locked
My live niggas in the back got the gats
Yo, we true to this black
4-4 likes to pour one to the dome, lubricate
my Crew is 2 Live
I ascend like Christ and watch you die
Breakers (HERE!) MC's (HERE!)
Writers (HERE!) Beat-boxers (HERE!)
DJ's (HERE!) Hip-Hop
own two
No crew just see what this Mac-11 gon do
Plenty bodies gon be dropping soon
As I come through
Hop out let it rip head slugs go threw
on the menu
Jah bless
No wahala, no stress
Holy father, amen
Mega don dada, two cents
Ngiyaz’thandazela
We live forever
We at the top, we came to stun, no room
On Me
BRILL feat. Keely Ferguson
(Produced by: csar)
(BRILL)
First I get one drink, maybe buy two,
Sip the third drink, fourth one's on you,
Drink
Days go by heart get colder
Soldiers cry too as the pain get closer
Sorry I lied I should've just told ya
In school I use to write long live Steve
I wasn't proud of the way that it's set up
Live by the code and we laid to the letter
Tryna take over your stereo that is my latest endeavour
I got
Malcolm-Jamal
I'm a Falcon, Seven Mike Vick with the ball
Cause I can hut-one, hut-two, disrespect, I hunt you down
Ain't a muthafuckin' crew we can't run
the dooch powder
Summer's Eve, I drop degrees chill
Come four by four, lose one like Dru Hill
Stay fly till you air sick, now that's ill
Two choices,
minded niggas, Alpha have it positioned
That's opposition, wetttin me competition
Suddenly and outta tha blue and now I see
by myself, by myself
brother could do no wrong and I became
The Invisible Boy, the proverbial 'black sheep' and
I soon figured out that red and black don't mix.
The beatings I
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