Lyrics:
Ain't no way around it
If you can look at a crew and you know
Who the boss is without
Looking, then you got
You got the wrong boss
You got the wrong
[Chorus: Repeat x2]
Let your body collide to the rhythm provided
By the mind state affairs classified and make your
Heat up and flare I swear
[Chorus: x 2]
People like myself, only hang with self cause that's the way to go
I can't go outside without findin some new kinfolks
People on my
Intro: BIG (Puffy)
(Uh-uh, yea)
(I want a remix again)
(I think I want a remix again)
This goes out to my Brooklyn crew (ready Big)
Represtin all
stay at sumtymes I wish I coud put mi whole life on playback n a two 1 shack they ain't much you can
Do but get drunk n roll another blunt withchya crew
("YEAH"), niggas about to beat you all down to the last stop
I'm all good, as I telephone my hood
At first I was shook, tried to play by the book
But
against it (gang)
Plug on the paint and he live in Texas
Playin' with my money, you losin' your blessings (trr)
Playin' with my money, my niggas gon'
gonna go with me. {Ah, shut up.} Will you
two stop dancing like that. Frankie, leave that girl alone! We're not
gonna have another incident like
what's coming next
a dope rhyme by the dttx
on the mic 2 engage in a row
pump the grounds and will act like an active flow
just for you and your crew
so
reminisce and wish
You wasn't living so devilish s-shit
I remember I was just like you
Smoking blunts with my crew
Flipping over SIXTY TWO's
Cause G-E-D
can stop that
When I climax I'm a like kick a hole in that
Sympathetic non poetic crap you callin' a rap
And I might revitalize your cardiac
So you
the hop hop hop
We keep it keep it movin', non non stop
Yo, we keep it movin'
Yo, we keep it movin'
The hip hip hip, the hop hop hop
We keep it
me
Two times for that other piece
Without this one you will never speak
You my left and it's crucial
I'm your right without reason
I write here for
318 nigga
They be like Bije how you gon' pop out with a song like this nigga
Huh
Who the fuck gonna stop me bruh
Tell me who the fuck gonna stop me
sexual activity
Let me get turned out by three skank freaks if I don't bust to
the utmost of my ability
Take my head if I say it and don't feel it
Stop
Nigga got cut he wasn't playin his part
My time really coming bitch look at da clock
Blo put the beam on da Glock Red dot hit his heart
I ain't
and I'm gon' stay alive
I think y'all want my bitches, I empty out on niggas
I'm gonna reach the top, Theodore's the crew and we ain't gon' stop now
a year, have sway for a year
Here's a few new stars, I've got two new cars, I'm with (gangsters)
I went from dough to broke, how'd I survive? 'cause I
buyin a coat
Bronx bomber, superb on the freak momma
Stinkin movin, my whole crew is comin through
Yeah..
[Chorus]
[Kool
with kids playin', Shelly's playin'
on the second floor Shelly mom's prayin'
got cough by a stray in a window in broad day
and she die, fucked up and had
Usually calm, but when it's on, nigga trained
To drop the bomb, word to my mom
Ya'll niggaz playin
[P. Diddy - talking behind Chorus]
Yeah, Bad Boy
Yeah,
bitch sign up the NDA
Winnings approved by the FDA
My shooter with me on a daily basis
Trigger finger, gettin' itchy
Two-fifty, Richard Mille (yeah)
on the microphone and rip a funky track
Verse 2: Phife
it's the Phife and Shaq mission plus Shaheed's got the goods
making rough daddy jams knocking
see it'd be
Twenty-two or so, older soldier on my team
I put you in my video
And give you plenty of dough
By my hotel room, Four fifty four
Hope that
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