Lyrics:
'Bout to do the damn thing you know
1, 2, it's live
I'm about to take these boys back to the dirty
Back to the mud
Some of these old country ass
just strive, know who he is
I strive to be it
My father's the king, I'm a prince
That's how I see it
Travel revolutionary roads
Live by samurai code
Got
to the fucking ground
So one day I'll have it all nutted out
Me and my crew, we don't
Muck about, get it done, get it down
Get respect, don't do nothing for clout
First off I want to start off by saying thank you (Thank you)
Thank you for growing up with me and thank you for being you
We were a crew it's been
the money, was a no-show
Pop up crew, walkin' through a funeral
Like big dance six 'cause I'm big, oh
To be honest, won't live long
But while I'm here I
with my crew
You knows this much and this much is true
I watches Weakest Link on BBC2
I chills with the birds from the council estates
I goes down there
made by men with itty bitty penises
The streets of this world they are my playground I explore them
Meet somebody I don't like and I ignore them
[Repeat: x2]
Lord live within my heart.. Lord don't you ever stop..
Fill me up with what I need.. just have to ask I shall receive..
[KRS-One]
a strip Ben Frank blue hundreds that's cheese
I need a glock by the hip head in the whip
From a bitch that a roll my weed
I need a yac made neat room temp
already knew what it take to live this life
Keep a ナイフ when you posted with the crew
Never know who staying true
On my hands I'm counting two
Never been
your flesh hold
Thirty-two, or whatever the tech holes
My dirty crew rather hawk you to death rather than talk you to death
'Cause listenin' is like
ballin guru ass type shit you
Can relate to, wake to, `scape to when it`s sunny
Ride by, slide by, get at a honey
I know these streets like I know my
of baking soda do the rest
Holler at my neighborhood chef, Raul
Known for cloning chickens and turning one into two
That`s what he do for a living
That`s
affi dead a mi nuh give a hoot
Bury Dem and plant a tree Pon top
Tun Dem Ina root
Drum a carry 100
So mi page Dem bout 2:50
By 3 o clock mi shell di
full of shit don't ever let them lie to you/
Major hustle when I walk by people salute/
Respect me when it's due/
If not that's my que/
2 2 tucked in
STRAIGHT GANGSTA!
[Chorus]
Chorus X2
[Bridge]
What would you do if you could
Get with my crew, baby
What would you do if you could down with the dog pound
why can’t I have 2 wives
Mr. Live 2 lives
I pull up by myself
I give a damn if the crew ride
Yesterday I split your bitch
I guess now you got two
by the fours
so in other words, nah man, skip the explanation
see that what the rewind's for, so be patient
'cause this is the direction that my pen
worthless our lives are to the justice system
I struggle, to explain the situation to my son, it's hard
[Verse Two]
N****z with knowledge is more
invented by this crew
Of them powerful men, who often like new
Stuff to be tested, only if I knew…
What ima being brought to, you would not have to tell me
on the wire and shit, that's all
Now everybody's back in the groove, echo chamber
"Check one two, one two" that's my favorite
Strobe lights is live, Pink
built two graves
I wasn't stupid, I was ruthless
Check the bazooka crew, they bookoos
Broke the glass slammin' my rings down
That's doofus, don't mess up,
by the smoke
Uh uh
My memories
I'll never stop
Really really making these
Its just something I love
Uh
Two feet down
From the stress, you cant knock
If
the gas
Leave some niggas in my rear view
Say money change me - they the past
Live for it then I'll die for it
Need dat Lamb wit suicide doors
Fell in love
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