Lyrics:
I'm drunk off the liquor
Smokin' funk by the boxes, packin' Glocks is
Natural to eat you niggas like chocolates
The funk baby
(I live for
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
just a freaky note, from me to you
At the bottom I signed it Playboy II
I'm a player, bitch, I thought you knew
Like every other nigger in my crew
I bump
Motherfucker, still ballin'
Niggas wonder why
You could bring your crew, but we remain true
Motherfucker, still ballin'
Now everybody wanna see us dead
Two
You ain’t out here making moves
Live it up that’s what we do
Trademark The Block that’s my crew
I do not know about you
You wanna see what we bout
like Brek if any might step
I've got the whole game tryna bury my rep
I'm ahead by much more than twenty-nine steps
Still got more than you ain't got any
death
They throw their dice for the crew
She wins the mariner and he belongs to her now
Then, crew one by one
They drop down dead, two hundred men
death
They throw their dice for the crew
She wins the mariner and he belongs to her now
Then, crew one by one
They drop down dead, two hundred men
Yo, my crew is in the house
Terra, Herb Mcgruff, Buddah bless
Big twan, Killa Kam, Trooper J, and Mike Boogie
And I'ma set it like this
Aiyo,
They say I'm lonely…
Nah I call it solitude
Now I'm right here without a crew
And I'm still making solid moves
Most can't separate the two
They say
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
called Phase 2
And let me tell ya something we're a hell of a crew
Once a week we're on the street
Just a-cutting the jams and making it freak
For you
You know the rules
If you don't play them nigga, we'll all lose
The call gets ya dawg shot on cue
Slain by the team, filleted by the crew
It's nasty
I chose to live this life, I be stickin this dick up in these hoes hoes
'Til a couple of bitches bitches get caught by they niggaz
Niggaz
this place
Cos' your thought's so tangled
What's that look on you face all miniscule
Want me to stand still
But your whole crew's tangled
Cut them
Lincoln continental
I'm the mouth that roared swore to the lord
The eye of hawk both live and die by the sword
The forbidden the six man be sinnin'
Still shinin', still climbin
Still shinin', still climbin, check this out Son
Nine six to the motherfuckin year two G
The Mobb got it locked with
Mango! Bitch
They say they wanna live life
Like some young rich niggas
Let's show these niggas what
The fuck goin' on
Say you wanna live like
all will pay, with your dirty blood!
One! Two! Three! We are ready to fight, the providence will assist us
Our lives and our souls are ready to rule
know how we do
Mic check, I walk around the streets with a black TEC-9
By the waistline, kickin' the hype shit
I never claimed to be the best type
Yo
My crew is in the house
Terra, Herb McGruff, Buddah Bless
Big Twan, Killa Cam, Trooper J, and Mike Boogie
And I'mma set it like this
Aiyo,
Fallin' to the floor from the ceilin'
But to them it's just a onomatopoeia
I keep a crew smaller than a crew cab
Back then we woulda fit all us
Now I'm by
the word out
Just a little different
Take the hourglass
Open it up, flip it
Jesus juice I sip it
With the crew I spit it
In my walk, I live it
I can talk but
Yeah, yeah, two
(Metro)
Yeah, yeah
Drinkin' dope turned me to a superhero, yeah, yeah
Hit that pill, turned me to a superhero, yeah, yeah
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