Lyrics:
heaters on you
Spittin' back live rounders, with five pounders
If we meetin' on two, I put a beatin' on you
Your sound's tired buddy, that's why I'm
I did it all for the two lined S
Stackin Cheddar could take forever
Tell the truth I’m blessed
Move on up from that futon
Your crew got plex
With
Tryna get my people out the city, fore a muthafucker try to kill me
Big shit coming from a big dog, big shit coming from a big dog (Roof)
Big shit coming
HEY YO, I GO BY THE NAME OF
AND I'M HEAR WITH MY CREW....
TO LET EVERYBODY KNOW
THAT ARRRMMMM
CAME IN THE GAME
NOT TO TALK ABOUT MY
TRICKLES
a drive by for two blocks straight (nigga)
I'll put money on your head from a shoe box bank (what's shakin'?)
And leave the murder unsolved like the Tupac
by Gloria Carter and Adaness Revees
Who made love under the Sycamore tree
Which makes me
A more sicker emcee than my momma would claim
At ten
by Gloria Carter and Adaness Revees
Who made love under the Sycamore tree
Which makes me
A more sicker emcee than my momma would claim
At ten
Yeah, check it
Yo yeah I smoke weed now I don't give a fuck
And I also tote guns in case my dram pop up
It's crew love I spit two at every few
niggas down if they clothes is tacky
Get an 18 or brick and my clothes is khaki
And the Porsche got a glass roof
The blunt got a live purple haze in it,
on a creep
I think I need to prayer to Lord, my soul to keep
Dis nigga about to fry my head
My crew burst into a rage
Spliff lifted this nigga, putting two
a second time to photobomb it
I live by a code of demonic, Illuminati, Obama, Hovanomics
Hold up, hurdles in life, I hop in a Turbo and roll around 'em
things
Talent you have naturally
Skill, is only developed by hours and hours and hours of beating on your craft
I've been killing microphones, killing
this?"
(Hello) This a new life, who this?
I'm on a roll like two dice moving
I'm on a boat in Dubai fooling
On the moped flute-by shooting
I'm
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
Two
No mac I improve
My beats and rap
For the fans and the crew
Who
Always raising the roof
While I'm raising the bar
Live life like a star
Yeah
Now I'm
friends and my crew
Makes it definitely special (a-one, two, a-one, two)
Now there's no Shiny Happy People in the crew we play the rough
I got
shaka's
Small head-build, means you the small-time nigga
With small thoughts, and small means, of gettin' small figures
By all means, expedite, "Live
the air
All my fellas bouncing in the clus let me hear you say yeah
though I know it's nothing new
To raise the roof with your crew (true)
But you can
up]
Give it up we want to live it up [give it up]
Give it up for the most slept on since pepto bis when
time warner let go prince
Ridin by betta get yo
don't like it you can get the fuck out
Cause under my roof, you live by my rules
Son i make you want to bounce
Sage Francis makes you wanna bounce
Joey
Why wasn't they able to control this?
I know some folk that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard explosions
Same shit happened back
and diamond rings
Real niggas do real things
Busting my toast off the roof, drinking 90 proof 'til spring
Real niggas do real things, check
We started out
heads wit twin peaces like two twos yous choose
Go live and skew views like news crews
Punches bruise cuts ooze you verses us that's a lose lose
New rules
I've spent here
With my manuscript and rhymes
I've paid in cash for foolish pleasures
Mother dear you'd call them crimes
Raise the roof
Light
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