Lyrics:
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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
lit, lit like Bic
SremmLife shit, bendin' by 6
2 by 2, 4 by 4
SremmLife shit, don't answer that door
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
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
And please get on a diet
Shoebox came with the doowop
One billion and two cops can't find 2Pac
Two shots, that's two grazed in two days
What goes up must come
to the suites, anywhere we can meet
Then live on to Compton, Slausen swap meet
Worldwide, get swept away by the tide
By G's, and B.G's, O.G's, its time to ride
n*gga walk through this alley getting bagged
and I aint finish school but I aint proud to say that I didn't
ah n*gga just live by that mask
I found
all a cop thought of
We live stool pigeons smokin in salt water *pigeon*
Only my lord and our crew know what happened to him
His family prayin 'cause
the crew)
[Verse 2: Jah-G]
Run the bag but fosho this ain’t no trap house
Coolin’ in the cut, saw that nigga, so we reroute
Money on mind - that’s the only
would walk by
I never tripped, bro, always kept my head up high
Eventually, I knew that I would find my way
After the darkest night, always comes
I count my racks and I'm up in the back feeling famous
I blow her back. With my crew we attack
Ain't no kidding, pop out when I make it
Couple
for a new pack
I done got me a buzz, I can't lose that
Choose this, fuck one, I need two straps
Niggas tryna put me in the news (no)
Missed your
told that her, I said its cool
Get at me
Come by the house and get nasty
I spit the real game
I rode her in my caddy when she yelled my name
I told her
crew
Why yo phone gotta die
But when I start steppin
I promise that you gon regret it
I promise that you gon regret it
I'm bout to go up
And start
get two tries
Die if you try to
You trippin' like a gangsta that's
Piru wearin' sky blue
I know a guy who hand missin'
Before a gram of rock to use
'round and he throw frowns
Cur with a perv, that is not us
Dishonorable nigga, we gonna lock up
You don't know, dead bodies 'bout to pop up
Steppin' in my
the bullets start bustin'
First crime, we came with Mystic Stylez on grime
You slip, I live by my rep don't fuck with mine
Da end, the souls of men
flows wit two by fo's wit sand paper
Now what is a MC if he can't flow
Up next is E-Swift and my name is J-Ro
We don't give a fuck if you down wit
on low-rider bikes
Cat named Russel Simmons got blessed in Good Night
You done fucked up like cripwalkin by Suge Knight
"That's what happens when you reach
the gang truce
[Keith] Gangstas flop, they go pop like Shabba-Doo
[Chino] They be perpetratin live, like they wild on the avenue
[Keith] Gangstas flop,
New and improved, nothing you can do I got the scoop on you
My team act a fool, my women come in twos, split with my crew only
Better not snooze that's
it all
I mean, really fall
But we learned to crawl
Now we doing things
That we always dreamed
Never number 2
But, boy we ball
(Lonzo)
Like, we never
uh
By iPhone two, get it with the crew
iPhone eight, niggas had the Drac' (dot-dot-dot)
iPhone X, leave a nigga late
Bitch I'm not with that
pardon, Run the Jewels live at the garden
Last two pirates alive are still yargin (yargin)
My girl got my heart, it's a bargain
Lick from her lips
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