Lyrics:
she love me
Cool that’s what they all say
Revenge is like the sweetest drug next
To getting pussy and foreplay
You know I live by the mob way
Life is
The Titanic set sail on April 10, 1912, with 2,223 passengers and crew on board. The ship's captain, Edward Smith, was a highly experienced mariner who had been
Ike Turner on your ass.
Aw fuck
You wanna get jumped chump punk?
Come press your luck by our whole crew we all stone you,
Own you, for a while you
y'all
My crew'll break each shoulder
I'm that nigga they talk about on street soldiers
Cause my street soldiers are heat holders and weed rollers
We keep
Harlem Week to Queens Day
Performing acapella, no dj
'98 live, no replays
Make it seem easy, so tell a friend to tell a friend
That its them again,
Harlem Week to Queens Day
Performing acapella, no dj
'98 live, no replays
Make it seem easy, so tell a friend to tell a friend
That its them
, double O two
And my crew roll thick like BIG
Act up, and be puttin' that ass to sleep
You got nothing for me, been there, smelt the dope and
Rollin' with
jump you're soft and try to punk
Cause I'ma hit you in the face with it
I got a posse of crews to serve blues if you fuck with it
Yo, the Prode'je spoke
doing (tell em)
I’m gonna live my life
Uh huh, Ima keep it real with cha
Uh huh, I may of had a drink or two
Uh huh, No more wasted times guess I’ll be
mad, me and the crew they sad
We live by code who is you Look like a hatin ass nigga boy you spooked
We making moves got you shook oh boy they mad
We
death
They throw their dice for the crew
She wins the mariner and he belongs to her now
Then, crew one by one
They drop down dead, two hundred men
death
They throw their dice for the crew
She wins the mariner and he belongs to her now
Then, crew one by one
They drop down dead, two hundred men
left us
Well he's gone and life goes on, you know
We had a crew, but one by one we go
Memories of his face that was full of joy
Rock-a, Rock-a bye,
(808 my crew) yeah, yeah
Yeah real world, dog
It's us versus whoever
It'll be this way forever
It's us versus whoever
It'll be this way forever
It's
Who is this I see sneaking up on me
Maybe its the man came here to change my plans
Conspiracies are really theories
Made up by a master of plans
Yeah this next joint right here
Is dedicated to all my niggas that I love
All the niggas that held it down with me through the whole shit
From
you best step away from the mic before I get Ike Turner on your ass.
Aw fuck
You wanna get jumped chump punk?
Come press your luck by our whole crew we
the police in Brooklyn?
Turn this jam up, yo, yo
This the type of jam that be getting no airplay
I want the whole world to hear this joint right here, yo
I murder tracks, put two in a crew
Tell me, who want to mo'
Catch me in the studio, what? Doing a do
Give me 10 minutes, I'll hook you up with
tracks, put two in a crew
Tell me, who want to mo'
Catch me in the studio, what? Doing a do
Give me 10 minutes, I'll hook you up with joint that's mean
You ain’t out here making moves
Live it up that’s what we do
Trademark The Block that’s my crew
I do not know about you
You wanna see what we bout
I spent my first two years gettin' high
By smokin' dollar joints rolled outta 1.5's
That was 'round '84, '85
Smoke all week for the dimes
Now
imperfect timing
Not good at free-stying
I'm texting while I'm writing
I put a lotta time in
I use basic rhyming
Like one, two, three, yeah
Or three, two
would bet on myself
The way that I move make them question they selves
The rhythm and blues make me split em in two
Got a crew getting money do good for
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