Lyrics:
with max and teks and silencers spit
Shots whiz past your earlobe and shit
That's the sound of a nigga who almost felt it
Got you runnin, dodgin,
Cause it's our time
("It's over now") in bright lights surrounded by skirts
("You had me found, you shot me down")
Pop Life and Deen Whitter, we puttin in
the motherfuckin Wu! (Stand for it right now)
Two thousand and two!
You know how we do!
For you and your crew!
Representin the motherfuckin Wu!
Ayo catch me
area crew
Yea, man
Yes, the first cut should be the deepest
To penetrate beyond the muscle wall's inner regions
First you was icing me, connect
Two shots, whispering in your ear
I got one shot, one shot to love you all night long
Yessir, Juicy J
Bartender 'nother round on me
Two or three
you sink again
And I been trying trying trying trying
To show you the bigger picture and what you missing
But everytime we speak you talk about bitches
truck is up in this motherfucker
So one shot for the money, two is to stop the show
The third's for the bartender (bitch, bring me a bottle of Mo')
I
truck is up in this motherfucker
So one shot for the money, two is to stop the show
The third's for the bartender (bitch, bring me a bottle of Mo')
I
is the only way to set you free
So come on bring back the beat
And let's live it 'til we kick it for the world to see, uh
Show me what you got tonight,
next, wait
That boy he got talent
I'm gonna get the crew more drip than a fountain
I'm a calm person 'til you mess with a homie
All the shots'll hit you
BY MONEY McN:
MEMORcBLE LINES: (1) “Tears Drop, when you walk, through your block; (2) You have a decision, you can run and drop, where your man got
the sky,
Completely disappearing behind each bar.
Then a helicopter flew by.
"Say hi to Earl and Edith.
Tell'em I'm doing fine.
Tell'em you're old
behind each bar,
Then a helicopter flew by.
"Say hi to Earl and Edith.
Tell 'm I'm doing fine.
Tell 'm it's time for them to let you go now,
They
Lion I chase them all and I am on fiyah
Represent the hardest crew, you know how we do
Anything tess, dead Gun shot to dem head
Gwan
Got to no trailer, you gotta move
Now it's on to Texas and to (Georgia)
They tell you what they want, show you what they want you to see
But they
and
Step out my groove and let out my tools
The hammer kill, the hammer
Will make you stop
Drop and roll like you slipped
On a banana peel
Live by the code
by you
Know it's going down you come inside my room and
I need all my bitches with me five times two
It's a lot of niggas moving, it's like they don't
You say "what, what"
Put 'em up, put 'em up
One shot, two shots
Three shots, I'm turnt up
One shot, two shots
Three shots, I'm turnt up
One shot, two
the vibe
Let's go go go go
Let's go on and on and on and baby give ‘em a show
cre you ready or not (if so)
Come take your shot
Shot shot shot shot shot
about now
You're about to be possessed
By the sounds of emcee Rob Base and DJ E-Z Rock
Hit it
It takes two to make a thing go right
It takes two
Check it out y'all
Ch-ch-check it out y'all
Two, two Live Crew
Two Li, two Li, two Li, two Live Crew
Fresh, fresh, fresh Kid Ice
Tre-treach Dee
anyway, what can I say?
Oh by the way, it's anybody 'kay?
So when you in LA, or nigga round my way
Give me a holler on the 310 or 213, yeah
grade, no Reggie Miller, uh
iPhone one, pull up take it, uh
By iPhone two, get it with the crew
iPhone eight, niggas had the Drac' (dot-dot-dot)
[Jay Dee]
Go, uhh, bounce, this is for all my live people
That want to hear some live shit, uh, this for you, ha
All my live bitches.. what
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