Lyrics:
HOOK:
One step closer,
Every time I rock with the crew
They be playin my tunes
So you know I'm
One step closer,
Every time I'm back on the road
two
Livin down the street where BIG got shot
I hunt you
And the very next day where Pac met his fate
It's how we live our life, surrounded by Che
Pause
gon' be here for a while, I'm gon' go call my crew
You go call your crew
We can rendezvous at the bar around two
Plans to leave, throw the keys
Light my fuse, my teeth begin to grit
Party wit' my crew, fuck you
You ain't playin' wit no screw, or a smack
cause when I attack, I never take back
Live by the gun die by the same shit you bust
Fly bitches with waves from DC to Cali
Rally and tally up my dough
For the grand finale
Grapevines
what's up
Wu-tang, nigga, that's what's up
Wu-tang, nigga, Crash Ya Crew , laugh at you
You bastard, you, pass through, slap an ass or two
Hear me
what's up
Wu-tang, nigga, that's what's up
Wu-tang, nigga, Crash Ya Crew , laugh at you
You bastard, you, pass through, slap an ass or two
Hear me
a legend when I live that shit?
You could talk about my music, I don't give two shits
Because sooner or later you gon' ride my dick
Icarus if I fall off,
an M.C. rapper and nothin' else
I keep rhymin' and I do it by myself
Could you be like me? I rap my none stop rhymes
You will never hear pause when I say
fuckin' spot, tired of
these cops, tired of these judges, tired of the rules,
waitin' til the day to tell em all FUCK YOU!
Playin' two, because it
Stop you from playin'
I clear yo block on that ass
Nigga wonder why I stress
Uptowns the place
It's the best
We got weapons that'll go through ya
Ortiz]
One quarter of Slaughter reportin to you live
from a corner where reporters stop by
Since somebody playin pow-pow
shots fly out a glock-9 'til you
We go wow, ba-da-da-dow-da-dah-ow
Either stand tall, just sit the fuck down
All the way from the 2-1-5th to Bucktown
Brace yourself, it's about
me wit' no other by the flow, motherfucker
Dedicated to all of those with big egos
Never fakin', we get the dough and live legal
Haters hate this,
me wit' no other by the flow, motherfucker
Dedicated to all of those with big egos
Never fakin', we get the dough and live legal
Haters hate this,
might just stop by your daddy's
Roll around in Pikachu, throw that window down
Pack a big ol' fatty bowl, shit me smokin' now
Throw it into drive and hit
to the N to the
Aye
Could you please stop
Too live in the spot could you please stop
DJ on the drop could you please stop
I'm that mac emcee I'm the D N
Aye
We go wow, ba-da-da-dow-da-dah-ow
Either stand tall, just sit the fuck down
All the way from the 2-1-5th to Bucktown
Brace yourself, it's about
on my mind
I just need you here
Is that such a crime
Imma go and live life
Imma keep you close
Right by my side
When it come to you
I don't check
back and pull strings
Yeah yeah
Used to have that fuckin' title by name
Yeah yeah now that's nothin' but some
Fire to my flame, Yeah yeah
You ain't
muscle
He fought back but the attack was brutal
Futile to his survival and the event that his crew will
seek revenge on the assailants who rushed him
a gun
Hoppin' to the beach with a jeep
Full of Chinese cut broads passin' by perpetrators
Perpetratin' frauds, you're on the beach playin' cards
We got a shop on your block and we can stop just like the bus
When we weigh it, bring it, pay it in fast pace so we can give a fuck
Ain't no playin
blurped on me, said I ran a stop sign but that's a lie
I spent my whole life staring at the stage
Playin' Sega, daddy smokin' sherm, mama playin' spades
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