Lyrics:
someone trying to scheme
That's why I stay low like your bitch self esteem
I want to live by the code
Made by G's pass down when I'm old
On how to move
of your parents side by side in I.C.U (everybody lose)
Closed casket so they can't have a proper wake
Don't interfere with family business, that's how we
the bruise
My crew full of winners so we barely lose
If you play with my body leave you all black and blue, look
If I pop out, then it's with the guyzers
That
live in the sky
Tell God, I wanna fly, and let me live in the sky
You ever seen a nigga go to jail and sleep 'til day two?
Well, that's how sick I
up the place
[why?] Cuz I see some ladies tonight that should be havin' my baby
Baby
Verse Two:
Straight up hunnie really I'm askin
Most of these
up the place
[why?] Cuz I see some ladies tonight that should be havin' my baby
Baby
Verse Two:
Straight up hunnie really I'm askin
Most of these
and extend the clips
Murder meets gangsta shit
And all my niggaz that live it from hood to hood bang to this, nigga
[Chorus #1 - Ja Rule]
The life, the life
understandin’
We play bass!
[Verse 2]
He likes all genres of music
There is no doubt about that
He dislikes war to a certain extent
I don’t know where he lives
expanded
Put that money on your coofie like dandruff
Scotty 2 Hotty
Done put the lil' bitch on the molly, she fucked everybody (2 Hotty)
Shawty's
think about what you looking for
(Two, three) for
(Two, three) for
(You'll see)
Yo, me and MJ go back to the eighties (word?)
She used to roll with
They say I'm lonely…
Nah I call it solitude
Now I'm right here without a crew
And I'm still making solid moves
Most can't separate the two
They say
Hi Dopa
Ching that cunt
Got a spinner to his throat
Had-had-had to use a bullet
Bet he crying on the floor
Pop, pop this
Pa-pa-pa-pa-pack on me
(Hi Dopa, Haha)
Ching that cunt got a spinner to his throat
Had had had to use a bullet
Bet he crying on the floor pop, pop this
Pa pa pa pa pack
pops and moms
Tell em Im a good kid
Catholic raised
Knowin i went to public school
And sweared and got blazed
Even weed when i got a whole two
And that
fuckin' dome
Now the shit can rest, yo tell him to leave me the fuck alone
Two very bloody bodies on the streets
A nosey ass cop and a nigga that robbed
Yeah testing testing one two
Uhh one
Press the panic button god
We be the crew guess who the jayou
Are a double s I see we're
In
Just popped a bean and I'm about to pop two
Don't touch my weed nigga that's not cool
Nigga you not gang
Nigga you not crew
Nigga that's not squad
boy
On the outskirts, of what works
Live those who go for broke, and merk to get merked
Live by the sword and die by the semi
Not part of my ways, but
that I'm a nigga who don't handle biz
We live by the trig, we die by the trig
Evidently, you done made a weak, freak move
I break crews goin' chop
Quentin on lock
But I two'd up that ghost
I stack two floors that loaf
I be floor seats by that coach
I be fight seats by that rope
Lately so sick I could
the stores, the mom and pop spots
A&R people, all y'all motherfuckers (to live in die in L.A)
L.A, California Love part motherfuckin' two
Without gay ass Dre
robbing (pop, pop, pop)
Born with nothing but I'll die for something (true)
I 'd die for the troop (troop)
I ride for the crew (crew)
Try to fuck with me
disguise, ain't showing any remorse
But that's just hearsay
It's not some shit you need to see to fear it anyway
I got a bachelor's degree in capping by
Masada for real, this shorty here is here to stay
Mahogany go platinum after after that we just parlay
I'm from the Bricks we get kicks, off a loud gun
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