Lyrics:
the air
Better chill when I'm telling you
I know you down from eighty-five live
You ain't scared to die
You getting dough and getting by
Yatti-Yatti-ya
[Intro]
One, two, Bone is coming for you
Three, four, better lock the doors
Five, six, better load your clips
Seven, eight, we're gonna test your
Youngins that'll shoot you for a hoodie
Call the camera man just to get the footage
Whole crew gon' mob and I don't mean Goodie
Hit him in the head and he
at the concerts
[Baatin]
One, two, the whole world is
Tick tock, tick tock
You live by the clock but I move faster
Niggas is sleeping 'cause they thinking
with air holes
And that's just how the shit go in the struggle, mothafucka
Hah, come on, what you say?
I don't wanna live no more
Sometimes I
the shit's never end
You can't touch my riches
Even if you had MC Hammer
And them 357 bitches
Biggie Smalls, the millionaire, the mansion
The yacht
The two
influenced by what you are doin'
I thought I was doin' the most then someone said to me
Nigga why you babysittin only two or three shots?
I'ma show you
trigger to a barrel
From the bottom of your heart
'til death do you fuckin' part
Do you understand to live, to lie by him
Is to share your soul, Lord
trigger to a barrel
From the bottom of your heart
'til death do you fuckin' part
Do you understand to live, to lie by him
Is to share your soul, Lord
are you into, huh?
Niggas better oooh-run-run
You could get shot, homie
If you do want to put your guns up
Tell your crew don't front
I'm
are you into, huh?
Niggas better oooh-run-run
You could get shot, homie
If you do want to put your guns up
Tell your crew don't front
I'm
so if you gotta live it up
And life is to short for war
What can I say to show there's more
With people slamin' door in my face
And what for
That
she's mine
2 Live Crew, put the pussy in my palm
She put on a nigga and make a grown man cry
Feeling bullshit, I dont pay you no mind
But whats your sign?
know how I get down
If I call up the gang, they gon' pop out
If you speak on 100, get knocked out
Bust like a shitty, get hit, bring them shots out
Bomb
down the street where BIG got shot
I hunt you
And the very next day where Pac met his fate
It's how we live our life, surrounded by Che
Pause
Where
Why they want to spit in my face
I'm at a pace
That would dictate nobody want to live in my place
Cause idiots hate
How my tape
Shows up in DJ's
made of fake gold
Chasing after late shows
Playing mind games fuck
Reality nintendo
I keep 2 steps ahead
Visualizing the future
But I still live in
Invader, evacuate I collapse your major
Straights and lose minds
You're splits two times, for intruders, for these losers
My maneuvers, drop like lugers
you know what I mean
Just hit me with the green and I'll see what I can do
To mikey budafeu, he said "straight, arrange your crew"
But that's a no no,
women
In Kanye's "Monster" video
Which is a landscape of female corpses
"the strangest video I ever
Shot" and there are two of her in
It one her ties up
It starts like this
Gats hit harder than fists
Just cock and lick it
The aftermath's wicked
Brass gets evicted
Another crew shot
Can't put your
a shot for me
I just wanna live the moment, sippin' slowly, take a shot for me yeah yeah
You want it, I want it, take a shot for me (Take a shot for me)
Might Get Her,
By The End Of The Week I Would Know That Crew
And We'd Assembled A Trio, A Whole New Scene
With Three Ladies In The Shot We Never Broke
Would you go back if you could?
I don't think I would
Catch you by my side
Walkin' backwards over bridges we crossed
Is how you get lost
I can't
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