Lyrics:
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Hi-see the pearl rabbit never fear a bitch
K and D from 2nd II None my homies from elementary
To the new century
Well, I guess by
I testify when they ask me ta speak
I said that only Lord knows two rants to praise the Lord
(Nah)
I think it's bout time we'd shine (shine)
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
We be the ones who always smoking doja
D-Loc and Johnny Richter yo I thought we told ya
Kingspade crew and you know we takin' over
Sub Noize
You go call your crew
We can rendezvous at the bar around two
Plans to leave, throw the keys to 'Lil Cease
Pull the truck up, front, and roll up
in your zapatos
You'd celebrate the minute you
Was having dough i'm like fuck critics
You can kiss my whole asshole
If you don't like my lyrics
You can
L I V E by my side yeah
hook)
odd-x 돈 벌어와
EnV2more 타투 박어
SEAN=pez 여친 사겨
vicelynx no more poker
toefer 옷 좀 사 좀
향주 누나 뮤비 찍어
live alive live alive
in
turn that girl to a fein
Got a couple shawties for the crew you already know
We gon hit the party loc'd out puffin good dro
Baby gonna shake it she gon
to give a shout out to the Hollis Crew, in there!
My homeboy D.M.C., he's in there!
To my homeboy Jam Master Jay
And the brothers at JMJ, you know they
You go call your crew
We can rendezvous at the bar around two
Plans to leave, throw the keys to 'Lil Cease
Pull the truck up, front, and roll up
up/Two Nines by my side/When I'm pulling up/Every body on the west side throw it up/ever body on the east side throw it up/throw it up throw it up I'm
top is more closer to christenings
Throw up by navels No Boundaries the label
So no I can't stay hoe heart cold as a lake around Michigan
Army better
Ha ha
[Special K] One by one
[all three] The Treacherous Three crew, with master one
[Kool Moe Dee] I'm Kool Moe Dee y'all and I am so fresh
[all
be the crew that you wanna step to
Sisters with an attitude, now how my mic sounds?
My mic sound nice, check one check two
Everybody make way, party
This shit, this shit here's an Alley Oop
(VERSE 2)
Trust my shot as much I trust the crews
Pick n Roll, dished it for da Oop
Hold me down, bitch I'll
snack
I'm Santa Claus down to Panama beach drunk in my underalls
Playing underwear volleyball with ya bra
I ain't bothered by your triple D's, not at all
balance of the battle axe
Irons is brandished at, thugs draw they hammer back
It's where you find the News Two crew cameras at
It's where my fam is at,
Choppin' a bitch my crew hit then they slide
Know I live by the trap and the rules I abide
I won’t touch on a thot keep my girl by my side
If you
don't forget the Kuffa Gang
Who got the bluest chain, two Coupes movin' lanes
It's the Set baby, disrespect (disrespect)
We pull Tecs, live in the flesh
flu
I graduated from Fligh School
On my way to that Fly U
I'm a freshman, I'm fresh MAN
And I'm still reppin' that 9-2
Yeah my crew I throw it up
I blow
a new day
Throw it away
It's a new day
Throw it away
It's a new day
Look at me, wanna see your ass in 8D
This gon' be the last time your ass try to play
Japanese, Spanish, Indian, Negro and Vietnamese
MC's, Disc Jockeys to all the fly kids and the young ladies
Introducin' The Crew ya got to see to believe
worth the wait
So here I go, I'm about to throw a dope flow
And let them know 2Pac will hit
You with a death blow
But you say no because you
Wanna battle
You see it’s all love when the casket Close
When you decorated for death in Your casket clothes
Now they elevate you at death throw The casket rose
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