Lyrics:
to it, or die, black
We see you in Allah Kingdom, you try that
Check the fly cat, 2-point-5, multiply that
Cash rules, on my arm I flash jewels,
page from Bris
He told me he saw Sean and two chicks followed by four whips
Somewhere in the Florida sticks
It's a set up
Tell the crew to keep their
the punchlines
Hit 'em with a one, and then the two
See that comes later
To prove to all ya'll that I ain't no one hit wonder
I'm with the sand crew
So its
if you was there, then you know that we got buck
So now you know, I gotta say what's up
To Big Daddy Kane, 3rd Bass and KMD
MC Lyte, 2 Live
touched her (tits)
Sucker MC's, I'm killing 'em, I'm so sick of seeing 'em
Silly (shit) when they rhyme, like that red rugby shirt worn by Gilligan
Plus
see us fly
Live by die by
I can see through all the lies
Live by die by
You never gonna see me cry
Live by die by
Got the crew on stand by
I can tell
Fuck by the pool Aye
Dark skin the new light skin fool
Got niggas and white boys
That shoot up the room Aye
Dark skin the new light skin fool
See I'm
And shut your whole shit down like guoliani
See me in the candy M with two behind me
that's frank and dank, crazy with the bank
Bangin with tv's on can't
do me right. (do me right, do me right)
I’ll let you live your life. (live your life)
Yeah,
That groovy life. (groovy life)
We gon’ fuck hoes
By
Act', had to pop a Xan to reset
His bitch gave me some top, and now he wanna send me threats
Live my best life, I know my opps just wanna see me dead
enjoy a glass
May it flow just like a faucet every time you ask
Got the trunk like I was Luke and the Two Live Crews
Minus one, burger moves, let
white Jesus
Will a nigga live or die?
'Cause the Lord can't see us
In the deep dark clouds of the projects, ain't no sunshine
No sunny days and we
That lame ain't a killa he softer than chinchilla
And I'm a GT see a 4 door wheeler
Matter fact this summer its 44 4 wheelers
45 on my side shorty
a grown man fast to react?
Well I do when I'm feelin up and runnin' up their stats
Take a weight of every life we live
And get snubbed by the ones who
the dawny(?)
Hard, we live too, just like the 2 Live Crew, me so horny
'cause I'm a choosy thug, you get your booty hugged
Face down, ass up, don't stop, gitty
the dawny(?)
Hard, we live too, just like the 2 Live Crew, me so horny
'cause I'm a choosy thug, you get your booty hugged
Face down, ass up, don't stop, gitty
Most these niggas don't even deserve
A track from me first of all
Let's get rid of them Louis Vuitton boots
And get your tall ass out that C-Class coupe
Put that money on your coofie like dandruff
Scotty 2 Hotty
Done put the lil' bitch on the molly, she fucked everybody (2 Hotty)
Shottys on bodies,
Whеn you see the barrel bettеr pucker
Up for the kiss of death
When silhouettes rush ya
Cold like Russia, six feet under
Sprayin' at your crew like
the wine
slapped the pastor, didn't know Pop had asthma
He pulled out his blue bible, change fell out his coat
Three condoms, two dice, one bag of dope
Oooh!
fuck niggas, "Pop out"
We get the drop and we bendin' again
Ride with a switch
You wanna see how it slams?
Simon says, do what I say or you dead
Better
live! Not only that but you've got a bumper package of serious songs.... live! Goodness!
Released the 23rd of September 1985, and they got to a chart
the flyest nigga that you ever saw
Live in - action! Guaranteed - RAW!
[Interlude:]
"Who's comin' through?
Y'all know who! DO! "
[Verse 2:]
Bedstuy Brooklyn
You never hear that we buckle
Beef? we chuckle
Scuffle over a game of pinochle
Anything up on my money, man, I gotta see double
Unless you want
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