Lyrics:
cock two's
And walk through the club without scuffing our Prada shoes
On this side we on the by by, we buy the rules
So when you play with us y'all
boy I stuck
And I live by the code
The freaky it cost me a loaf
And wouldn't beef with a clown
You know he a joke i had to go get me a load
Made her
for penis envy
I split crews in twos to cruise the road with a fork in it
Taking whack rappers out faster than black actors in horror flicks
You're
phase me
Just another lady
Walked by looking fly
Catch my eye
Now usually I could see two to three to look fine
At a later time neither one is on my
Chorus:
Well nigga* roll me a mic and let me
smoke it til' I'm high if you ever seen me
rock than you know that I- live
and die for the things I do
heaters on you
Spittin' back live rounders, with five pounders
If we meetin' on two, I put a beatin' on you
Your sound's tired buddy, that's why I'm
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
thing
Aye na, wait, what the fuck happened to the beat yo
Yeah
Cus I did by myself
Cus I did it by myself
Your homeboy got a whole crew
No he didn't do it
Lincoln continental
I'm the mouth that roared swore to the lord
The eye of hawk both live and die by the sword
The forbidden the six man be sinnin'
This ain?t a love song
This is a live song
Woman, u my equal, my wife
We be tight like
2 perfectly matching calligraphy lines
We don?t wanna
Surrounded by a good team
Treed your ma like a queen
Just trust in your crew and try to survive
Everyday you can get fucked by your own life
Your mind is more
on opposite sex
The cream got me fiend for mass appeal scheme
Like doin' drive-bys in stretched limousines
I keep tons of guns my niggas on
The run pack
small
Arms and hair pin triggers
Dare niggas third in my crew
It's known killers
Model hoes that sniff blow
With hour glass figures
We live for raw sex
scientifical, far from typical
My rap style, is dy-no-mite
It make you want to be like the E Double, and not like Mike
Yo, bust my acoustics, spling
finishing
Up her third album, The
Pinkprint, out this month
And she's changed things "a
Billion times" because she's
A perfectionist her first two albums were
dick, you got my thing hard
You got skills, you should win an ABN award
I got my playing card, it's the two of spades
Deuce is wild, check it out, and you
thing
YouknowhatI'msayin? I'm gonna just slide in the studio quick
Yo, yo
And get this done
Verse One: Killah Priest
When you're sexually
Bitch ima do what i say so
Ain’t nobody gona stop me
Taking the W's my thing
Cause i'm not your typical guy I don't look to the sky when I'm wishing for
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
I feel like I'm in my prime now
c captain of an armada who powered through all the pain and the drama
Back when my crew felt like Pinky and Brain
foul
From the tip of my head to the crack of my ass
She got busy so I called to the crew
You bitches know what to do
Hoes try to front like they
phone
Six hundred, nine five North, stay blunted, stress I came from it
Sex got drained from it
The new breed star gazin', raisin' two seeds
To be
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
And rather live the life of crime
With my Bed-Stuy connection connected in two
It's live Boo start shit too wild for you
Peace to, Baisley, Forty-P get down
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