Lyrics:
Saw my man layin' dead on the floor, kid I swore
That our crew will live forever, I guess I was wrong
No, until we meet again,hold ya head and stay
two of us but were
Shootin perfect threes
Just the two of us out here
Dreamin opportunity
I see
A couple thousand people in the crowd
We be
Making noise
never lose
I don't mind being by myself, but I'd rather be with my crew
Or in the stude, or with my family
Only child but I am grown so I gotta take care
wants the feeling she gon slide
What it do come slide the dude, ride with the crew
Shorty bad she a five times two not a two and a half shorty really max
Niggas gone recognize get back
All of my ghost is too huh
Fuck a lil 2 live crew
Look at what this 45 do to u
Ion even care bout u Nigga
I been
dick pussy niggas
Down with the quick
My peeps guzzilin' while your
Crew was takin' sips
Set the vault lampin' comin'
Through comin' through
QB in this
lip torn tattered sash hard ass cast and crew can support though,
A band of young bandits never destined to grow,
Live in the mouth of the island
where I learned the principles
I live by, whether they were cool or unaccepted
To my youngins don’t be out there moving young and reckless
(Hook 3)
damn
They in love with the crew, fam
These two freak hoes wanna lick it up
Tell them drop down low then pick it up
Slow it down then speed it up
Clap
but his lungs are joint free
So inhale, exhale, breathe and get well
Kick something live stop chirping like Nextel
I'm All In Together, a swordsman
brains in the fast lane
A seventeen-year reign, simple and plain
When I ruled the rap game and all my peers sold cocaine
One-three-two Uptown, when Rich
Out here with the same team
(Won't switch sides)
Just trying make it mainstream
(And get by)
No Tris inside my bloodstream
This wockhardt got me
they're complex
I'll tie a duck MC up and pour acid down his lyranex
Chased by Him because his was his beginning
Federal Bureau couldn't even figure
hardened criminals know the average Joe's miserable woe
Though they both live by different codes
Niggas don't know how I developed such a difficult flow
of broken rocks
Whether heard in herb spots, jukebox or malt shops
Uncut live, drop eighty-five, in one shot
Spotlight hits the metal mic, majority stare
of broken rocks
Whether heard in herb spots, jukebox or malt shops
Uncut live, drop eighty-five, in one shot
Spotlight hits the metal mic, majority stare
Now she's praying and she's looking at the sky
What a trip, it's the life that we live
Gotta keep trucha, cause I got it on my hip
But I'm not dumb, I
God writes the story of our lives
I'm frozen, in time I've spoken, awoken
I'm toking this game like a big fat joint
My point, to get accustomed
[Chorus]
I wanna live life fast, I don't know how to slow down
I wanna get high, I don't know how to come down
Help me now, I'm runnin' on empty
of sleeping
For twenty-two years my mum was doing the cleaning
Dreaming that her kids would have a better life
Go in bed at night, struggling with getting by
crew and my nigga El-P
Who's here to spark it causing all these crabs to flee
Verse Two: El-P
Check it and I inflict it quattro nine fifty
and jacuzzis
We turn up and get loopy
I have fun somebody sue
2 am
Barely feel it
At 3 am
I was tweakin
By 4 am
No weakness
By 5 am
I was peakin
Like
Fucked up
lords
Pitchforks and five stars, street soldiers for sure
Got love for Latin kings, and love for Mexico !
S.A.'s and L.K.'s joint, coast to coast
Love
on the weekends
Only text back when ya creepin'
I ain't a fool
This game is for 2
We had the time of our lives
Not counting the minutes
Or hours
Rose petals die
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