Lyrics:
the T is the joint be comin through
with the _____ like Napolean Bonaparte(sp?) I'm swoll
y'all niggas that be flowin, it's all heart no soul
you lack
sell joints by the 2's
Up all night til the shit get right
Ima whole mood finna make you move AYE
I'm bringing that vibe do what you like lets have
I saw it coming, I was aware from earlier
This crew's watching me, they all envy
It's cool, keep watching me i will burn ya
I'm just tryna live but
she wants (2X)
Yo, she knows what she wants
She knows what she wants and just how to get it
Spotted her in the club, with her crew nearby
Her looks are
shout-out to my man
MC Homicide and DJ Fatal!
Twin one and two my man Milk!
My man Fred Dawg, the O.G.B. crew!
Y'all know how we flow
And I'm a drop it like
Lincoln continental
I'm the mouth that roared swore to the lord
The eye of hawk both live and die by the sword
The forbidden the six man be sinnin'
Vs 1
Yeah you are now tuned in to the coolest alive.
Freezer type ice boxing with the crew by my side.
(Backing me up)
Even when I don't ask that's
loud but we don't hear the noise
Link the crew said they wanna go bar hop
Bout 6, 7 of us that's a light bop
Bartender know the vibe start the tab up
the hooch
“Whattaya think, new Chaplin? Or the juice joint on the loop?”
Oh, Virginia!
“To the gin mill!” cried Virginia. Hazel said, “you're on the trolley
we go, Joe Sinistr representin' from the joint)
Yo, yo, I pause for the cause
I seen niggas heads busted, someone pass the gauze
This rhyme may
All eyez on me when im rolling
Like 2pac in this bitch
Dont talk to me till the bottle open
ThaMythra has awoken
Bad joint got her open
Night coming
lose! 'cause you got the dilated blues
Here's some news, my dj rock the mic and the one's and two's
And I'm out
And I'm in
My words are like swords
niggaz that started to bust out
Soon as our first joint came out
Holla Holla, if I could have a Dolla
for every Nigga that hated me soon as I-N-C was
on these lines
I think my life is on the line
So I fill up a joint with kush
Grab a hold of my notebook
Take me straight to the sky
Know they're gunning for
slang I use
breakin' down mics
and destroyin' crews.
1-2-1-2 unhh............ 1-2-1-2 mic check 1-2-1-2
1-2-1-2 unhh............ 1-2-1-2 mic
Yo, this is be Brown [Intro: Bobby Brown] We gon lay ya back on this Benzino track, right Two times [Chorus 2x: Female] (Bobby Brown) Eye for an eye
to four Auburn or I'm
Passing the Millbrook projects
The Nine Life Crew, one-five-two
Park Avenue, Grand Pu' to ?
I'm a problem on all joints
I need all
the info is
Backseat full of like me and two kids
Crew keeps laughing when my tummy keeps rumbling
Know a good spot when my friend zone lives
Riding with
be pullin' out, but they don't use 'em
Big giant joints, they stat and lose 'em
The big yellow, this shit'll push your crew in
Look you dead in your
tryin' to get by
I stutter step like rats no cool gats
Frenchise my brother this man can pull stacks
Perhaps, your plan to go plat' just went splat
Your
the force of a gat throttle
I live by 'you put it out, we get it back' motto
Hey, but who around but just your average reproduction, love
Rap is gettin' lose
and try to punk
'Cause I'm a 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 and choke
live an' die by tha sword
An' still we thank tha lord
Frum da maternity ward 2 tha morgue
I count my blessins
It's a game I shood but can't afford
it's such a feelin'
To see all of my live nigga's carry on now
Oh see how I be gettin' so passionate
I get a thrill even when I bust my gun off by
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