Lyrics:
Back Again
S.K, run it up yeah
Let’s go
Hook
Nigga wanna get like me
Nigga wanna talk like me yeah yeah
Big Money team yeah
We’re back again
One two one two
One two one two
Homage
One two one two
Got a third eye in my forehead, yo
Listen
Ain't no sunshine without no rain
Ain't no fun time
"but it's a herut-likwit crew connection"(sample) 2x
[defari]
Don't regret it, you had your chance and couldn't set it
You hear me rhyme and try
People like us come far and few
Just us two we don't need crew
Don't follow the system we made our own don't leave a message or call the phone
I am
Ugh huh
Yeah
So Sick In Da Building
Yeah
C'mon
You know
We So Sick so you know what it is
21 I live my life in the wind
We be getting it in
I
ONE TO THE TWO
Written by cnthony cce Thomas
Produced by Ras Fiery
INTRO:
YO...KEEP TRYING. KEEP TRYING.
YO! YO!
ONE TWO...ONE TWO...
YO...KEEP
these ใบ got me geeked (Glahh)
Ninjas know I can't live without leaf
Broke ass whiteboy he don't want no beef
Word to my dead, if we catch him we teached
For the live ones, not the shook ones
For the riders, not the hook ones
Immaculate conception, like a black Madonna in mangers
My crew consist
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
gotta live through it
I break through with my WB crew Q Ball packs
The steel having niggas running
Like fire drills
We sending fronters on permanent
respect, so everybody salute
And by the way Backspin, is my attribute
You may or may not, know who I am
But frankly my dear.. I don't give a damn!
You
fooling
The job is work from home, and you live in Pomona
Oh shit, my squad is in Pomona, I oughta move over!
So I do, leave Dirty Dena for a job with
some motherfucking shit happen, man
It's your boy Yung Joc, you know, Block Entertainment
And my motherfucking nigga Trae, asshole by nature
Ay, Trae,
anything we have to
Me and my niggas prepare to pervail
A duet of the fellas in the last crew
Runnin' with some niggas that will fuck around and smash you
you
We turn nothing to something so much, it's nothing new
I know lady luck so well, I swear that's like my bottom bitch, number two
Doing what we
missin',
Watch me, grand prix, champy for wealth driven
Yo, you go one for my hustle (hustle)
Two to rock rhyme (two to rock rhyme)
From the muscle kid
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
Live my life by the V code
Being real is all that i know
Being real is all that i know
(x2)
the rich
Five, only strong will survive
Four, 'cause we live by the sword
Three, plus sixty degrees
Two, for the black and the blue
One, for the sun,
a message in blood "To be continued motherfucka"
[Wish]
Never praying at night
Cause the heavens don't want me
Sold my fuckin' soul so I can live through
infrared nigga, dead eye
Aimin' at the sky's limit, jumpin' in, we all in it
The good life, tryin'' ta live it
Yo whaddup to all my thug-lawn, niggaz
able to control this?
I know some fok' that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard the explosions
Same shit happened back in Hurricane
missin',
Watch me, grand prix, champy for wealth driven
Yo, you go one for my hustle (hustle)
Two to rock rhyme (two to rock rhyme)
From the muscle kid
in my brain
Making moves
Through the winter
Hope I live to see December
Corona with a Lime
I need some Sunshine
Cut you phones
Get hit from behind
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