Lyrics:
We are here to tell the world just who we are
Shocking female (MC's), shocking female (MC's) (Repeat 2x)
Verse 1: Phife
No need for, introductions,
this?
Cause now you bump heads with kids that's lifeless
I live by the day only if I survive
The last night, damn right, I ain't tryin' to fight
We can
one degree
Surrounded by niggas who did first degree
And the other ones that never got they first degree, sheesh
Lucky me (nigga), yeah, I done
the back
I get my currency in stacks, California's where I'm at
Ridin', pass by while these niggas wonder why
I got shot but didn't die, let 'em see who's
dissin' a
Unofficial that smoke Woolie Thai
I dropped out of Cooley High, gassed up by a cokehead cutie pie
Jungle survivor, fuck who's the live-r
My
For the live ones, not the shook ones
For the riders, not the hook ones
Immaculate conception, like a black Madonna in mangers
My crew consist
I remember that summer up in the crib
Just like Adam with the missing rib
The cocaine kids where they use to live
And the hairdresser use to talk,
I remember that summer up in the crib
Just like Adam with the missing rib
The cocaine kids where they use to live
And the hairdresser use to talk,
can bring yo crew (Yea yea)
Fuck em by the two’s if she a nympho too (Yea yea)
Got yo bitch you know, ain’t know she was yo hoe
Take em down three in
life upon my being
One time for my homies on the block
All my real gees getting bigger like what
And it's weekly we up in the city we be making big
lovely, it's a shame about the price.
But you only live twice, that's on the real,
No matter where I am I'll always be the real deal.
[Chorus]
the trunk
Plus the tape on your cassette
I'm from the crew called Jurassic
Stretch like elastic
Live and on plastic
Step and get that ass kicked
is bright
Blind gain sight when I guide by the light
Everybody trying to have the time of their life
They live for the day then die by the night
One
One two, one two, one two
I am the Overweight Lover MC, Heavy D
This one goes out to my man DJ Eddie F
Trouble T-Roy my partner G-Wiz
This also
the real live bitches all across the map
Go ahead, go ahead, go ahead, go ahead
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, I'm on the roll like butter
Flow gutter, fuck what
styles
Takin' out wack MC's by the piles, for real
Episode #2: God's Gift
I have no strings to hold me down
Beware of the Tupperware
It's
on it so it don't make a sound
Pew she loving the crew
I wanna crib by the lake I'm too real in this state so I don't want a pool
Cool cool she fuck with
uninsured you could use your 2nd
Half to pay the doctor bill
I'm hot for real, you a fan Goodz
Most'll toast the metal but the handle
Where I put my hand,
And, by the way, your baby
Mamma sucks some good dick, suge
And on some real shit, cuz
You know what's happenin'
I'm just gonna crip on yeah
(This is
Originality, check the way we originate
Style and communicate check the way we demonstrate
Countdown three two one
Some rappers a speak the real
And I can
at least a grand
Gold on my neck, my pistols close at hand
I'm a self-made monster of the city streets
Remotely controlled by hard hip-hop beats
But just
two
Livin down the street where BIG got shot
I hunt you
And the very next day where Pac met his fate
It's how we live our life, surrounded by Che
Pause
copes in their own way
I can't take your word you gotta show me
Y'all ain't really real that's a role play
I've been getting high by my lonely
Everybody
off your feet
When I cock back the heat
Whole crews retreat
The Queens Nation
(keeping it real, packing steel
Getting high)
Everything is real inside
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