Lyrics:
fucking limits
Shout out to Uncle Luke
Shout out my bitches too
We the 2 Live Crew
Two for me, two for you (woo)
Feed them bitches carrots
Fuck 'em
stop
I'm Biz Markie with the funky sound
And right about now, here's the countdown
One.. two.. one, two, three
[Chorus]
Yo be take it from
Damn Hype
One and um
And two and um
Every Friday night we like to cool at the jams
And if the MC ain't workin, I smack the mic out his hands
If the beat
echoed through the crowd
Six punks hit, two punks died
All causalities was applied to their side
Human lives has to pass just for talking much trash
We
a year to two years actually. By the
time you lot are listening to this, which is February, I mean as we know Can I Play With Madness was
released the 2
with it i got it im shinning
Vs 2
Bare so much pain in my heart but that W still in my site i since by my dupness some somewhere in the shadows waiting
without trusting
Yea too much hate when ya crew hot, too much love get you 2Pac'd
Too much bread over here get you stalked by the feds
The IRS and a few
Bitches and thugs, spit game and throw slugs
It's the Ruler, live by, take it in blood
Cuz it's the J to the A to the death nigga what
Don't get it fucked
back and pull strings
Yeah yeah
Used to have that fuckin' title by name
Yeah yeah now that's nothin' but some
Fire to my flame, Yeah yeah
You ain't
girlfriends
Been in the party bumping on waterbeds
Two by the leg
Two by the head
It's crazy, driving miss dasy
Got white girls going crazy
Damdama, last king
to stay
My crew I'm believing so fuck it anyway
I got my mob from the Rule, that live by the cruel
And my crew from Courtland Ave. always say they'll set
nitro is like my crew into a crowd
I'ma take a minute or maybe I'll take two
To introduce the Too Damn type posse to you
I'ma start the introductions
like X and I terminate like Schwarzenegg'
Dum-di-dum rock, like Buju Banton
Soup like wonton, fuck by the ton, drums
Please, my whole crew's makin'
to fuck
Fuck him like you do want to cum
You're gay to get discovered in my 21-deuce
Cock-a-lickin' in the water by the blue bayou
Caught the warm goo
to fuck
Fuck him like you do want to cum
You're gay to get discovered in my 21-deuce
Cock-a-lickin' in the water by the blue bayou
Caught the warm goo
me, talkin' like y'all can't be touched
See by the time y'all realized, I be done touched you up
Blazed you up, your whole style, chump nigga, what?
adrift
washed ashore their bodies
consumed by nothingness
One by one and two by two
They follow
One by one and two by two
They swallow
One by one and two
the Outlawz
Bad Azz representin' the L.B.C. Crew
What you wanna do?
You know how we do it
Time goes by
? puffin on lye
Hopin that it get me high
Got
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
thought at night that comforts me is starving whoever's hunting me
Shit, lucky me, to be rich in a world where nothing's free
And separated from hell by
stunts, and drinkin' brew
For the criminal acts done by criminal crews
(2X) ‘Father forgive them for they know not what they do'
For disregarding what is
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
Choppin' a bitch my crew hit then they slide
Know I live by the trap and the rules I abide
I won’t touch on a thot keep my girl by my side
If you
a mule
to put my kids through school
Live by my number one rule, got to support my crew
I’ve got nothin’ to lose, divin’ head first in the pool
I’ll be
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