Lyrics:
you playin' life
Wit a man who lives by the sword
And dies naturally against all karma and laws
What, speed on and get peed on
You wanna take
two, Scotty beam me up yo do you copy
The crabs at the bottom of the barrel tryna stop me
They're grabbing at my ankles as I rise they think they've got
two, Scotty beam me up yo do you copy
The crabs at the bottom of the barrel tryna stop me
They're grabbing at my ankles as I rise they think they've got
houses with the chandelier
Me and my crew, mad cans of beer
It's copin', live vibe, still eyes open, it's clear
Presidential suites at The Tangier
friends get with me and my friends
But don't bring your ass by and you ain't got no ends
Word is bond it don't stop
Just ease your mind, come along
beat up, BY THE COPS
But that can't stop, the kids are so HIP-HOP
Roof to roof top - dropped; the eight count
DEAD! Dead on arrival, forget the fame
how I feel,
You started out with two, same as my crew,
And now you went out and found yourself another busta,
Made it even harder, to make the change
you gon get it how you live cuz..
[Hook 2: Nelly]
This goes out to my West Coast crew
Now hold ya Dub up in the airr if ya feel me
Fuck em all
Change your name and relocate the menthous
The only way they know who you is, is by the dentist
(Hook 1)
(Hook 2)
[Dogmatic]
Fo' real, I'm the first
I live?
Tell me...damn...!!
(Verse 2):
What is life and just how long will it last?
Will you be happy and satisfied when you've passed?
Will you die
base
Anytime and place
What? Like Janet, I slam kids
Harder than Sha-quille O'neal down to the masses
I take crews back to, um, hiphop classes
Because
the trunk
Plus the tape on your cassette
I'm from the crew called Jurassic
Stretch like elastic
Live and on plastic
Step and get that ass kicked
won't tell the truth 'cause I'll be kicked up in my hotel
When the spiteful live shiesty, it's real trife
You niggas playin' Instagram, I'm playin' real
know that I
Live and die for the things I do slang
I use breakin' down mics and destroyin' crews.
1-2-1-2 uh
1-2-1-2 mic check 1-2-1-2
1-2-1-2
A PARTY GOIN ON GIRL WE BOUT TO GO LIVE CREW OUTSIDE..THEY POSTED UP BY THE DJ FINNA RIP THE STAGE OKAY×2.. WE WILDIN OUT PUT YO HANDS UP HIP HOP HOORAY!!
cred n shit
Man, if you don't stop playin' and get your bag right
Pack your bags up and start over, you gon' enjoy life
But that's the thing, they ain't
cooperate gotta let 'em go
Get in the race and stop runnin' at a snails' pace
And sour milk has left my mouth wit' a bitter taste
They shot callin'
hell's men
Two revolvers, I can let 12 spin
Hop in my Benz
Push it to the limit, buck-sixty
Who wit' me? My Cris', two L's
Twisted blunts and inner
me nigga
You know I'ma a fool for this
I gots two for this
I'll tear yo mammy and your crew plus you for this
Them Daddy dollars y'all
My shit
Wesley Sniped
So the cops could arrest me right it's not happenin'
You ain't never gon' get on so stop rappin'
H2O comin' this summer so stop askin'
slam it up in them trucks
Eyes low, grippin' the toast, trigger finger, playin' it close
You think it's a game? It's imperative, we show 'em we live
the A the M
Def Jam
Biz Mark rock the house
Biz Mark rock the house
As we continue on, Keith Murray
Bring the beat in E stop playin RAAAAAAAH!!!
Mark rock the house
As we continue on, Keith Murray
Bring the beat in E stop playin RAAAAAAAH!!!
to stay
My crew I'm believing so fuck it anyway
I got my mob from the Rule, that live by the cruel
And my crew from Courtland Ave. always say they'll set
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