Lyrics:
of the week, I live by the beat
Like you live check-to-check
If you don't move your feet then I don't eat
So we like neck-to-neck
Yes, we done come a long
touch me
Man I only fear God only he above me
Had to stop all the playin' Holy Spirit on me
Had to go seek God
Used to be thinking' he don't hear up on my
dicks, now
We movin on up in da world like elevators
Me and the crew we pimps like eighty-two
Me and you like Tony Toni Tone
Like this Eastpointe and we
or The Fugees, hahahahaha
Y’all niggas’ll never stop me, never drop me
Never make me fall me, 2Pacalypse
All I know how to do is BALL BALL BALL!
My crew, survive
by the beat
Like you live check-to-check
If it don't move your feet
Then, I don't eat, so we like neck-to-neck
Yes, we done come a long
Way like them
#2: It could be carried by an African swallow!
GUARD #1: Oh, yeah, an African swallow maybe, but not a European
swallow, that's my point.
GUARD #2
(5) Only strong will survive
(4) Cause we live by the sword
(3) Plus sixty degrees
(2) For the black and the blue
(1) For the sun.. step into
two bones and two phones in each rover
We all relaxed and any beef we over-reactin
Peace to lorey actins, but I get buck wild like corey jackson
Playin
Am I gonna live till next week?
Will I get shot by a dope fiend,
Tryin to get high, tryin to steal my ring
I really can't say, cause I don't know
You don't really wanna stop
Eh eh
Verse One: Puff Daddy
Yeah yeah, uh-huh, check it out, yeah, c'mon
Whether you like it hard or the live guitars
on-and-and-on-and-on-on-and-on
The beat don't stop until the break of dawn
I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E
I said I go by the unforgettable name
Of the man they call
Better suck my dick (my dick)
Bitch find out where I live, had to move my crib (had to move my crib)
Name one ho real (name one)
Stop playin', lil, boy,
up for 2pac and Eazy
Show them niggas we ain't playin'
Believe me
Growing up in California ain't easy
We drive-by, spraying colors for shizzy
I'm
takin MC's out by the hundreds
Wanted, for two million and a body alone
And use the microphone as my accomplice
Scientist still trippin, thinkin
What
on-and-and-on-and-on-on-and-on
The beat don't stop until the break of dawn
I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E
I said I go by the unforgettable name
Of the man they call
John Mayer
Fuck a long saber like i ain't
Luke Skywalker I'm Darth Vader
Armed with Vegas' claw blade may god
Save em -like Bart's neighbors
Stop hating
(yeah)
45th Street and blaow-blaow Ave
I done ran through your crew and only let off half, nigga
If you don't live that, you shouldn't say that
stop playin' nigga, pass that lighter
My niggas, he got hundreds, we got hundreds
My niggas, half a B, we got money
My niggas, 2 Live Crew, shawty get
The music made me do it, it made me loose it
Got my mind playin tricks
Now my nine can't stop sprayin shit
Until the nigga lay in a ditch
And when I
a fully
If we talkin' 'bout some money, then I'm interested
Instagram'll leave you stretched in the intersection
Stop playin' when you know what
and the lot still vacent
And you won't stop speakin' 'til I leave you on the cement
Leakin', all hot none eatin'
[Yogi]
Slow down son,
shit bitch
Claim you independent but you ain't did shit
Live in Section 8 and still can't pay rent, mm-mm (better stop playin' with me)
You a ain't
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
sneak peek
Let's runaway
And don't ever look back
Don't ever look back
My heart stops
When you look at me
Just one touch
Now baby I believe
This is real
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