Lyrics:
're just some thug people (That's what we are)
That's what we are, trying hard to change the way we live
(Change the way we live)
But we can't take
Verner
My wheels spin slow
Runnin' with the hatchet is the only way to go
Some girlies by the Carnival was lookin' for a ride
We tried to pick 'em up
losin' two wives livin' two lives
Crew rise American Cream new guys
Two hundred pies get rich and plan sweet
Rappin' like mines you writing like mines
(make ya scream out)
Some people really are (still)
Still dreaming (st-still dreamin')
(O-o-o-o-one two one two
Some dreams stay dreams some dreams
make it happen
As time goes by, an eye for an eye
That's the best way to keep everybody blind
When the truth is in the building all these lives gon'
Yeah x4
Made by Nave
2havic x2
*verse1*
Getting down to it
Shit we movin as a unit
& u try and stop the squad
Then we really goin stupid
We just
Ninety-ninety-motherfuckin'-two
Straight from Jersey, the Philly blunt lives on
Yo, B, tell 'em how this shit goin' down
Time, time for some
Ninety-ninety-motherfuckin'-two
Straight from Jersey, the Philly blunt lives on
Yo, B, tell 'em how this shit goin' down
Time, time for some
Caller, DTI, Top Producer, Pulse Eskimo
Fuckin' Widda Team
My two lips said "You don't wanna
See a nigga on the scene"
Go on then, what d’ya mean, what d’ya
like a level in this game that we live
Gotta struggle to survive, that's why some MC's get blitzed
Situations got your mind in control, that's how
know that I
Live and die for the things I do slang
I use breakin' down mics and destroyin' crews.
1-2-1-2 uh
1-2-1-2 mic check 1-2-1-2
1-2-1-2
want a bite of this, everything is cool
You heard what I would do, and the Triple 6 whole fuckin crew
Nigga, live by your rep but I ain't takin shit
hundred it's Busta Bust
In God We Trust another one bites the dust
[Busta]
Hey Ramp fuck that!
I was 'bout to see this cat
Some niggas pulled up
a nigga horny like 2 Live Crew
Hoes get crunk for cheese, damn skippy
Like the bar kays and pay the little whippy
In they jazzy T's, bitches on they
Like 2 Pac all eyes on you
Make a n- horny like 2 Live Crew
Let's keep it real, let's keep it real, now here's the deal
Some hoes be p- poppin' for
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
Little light guys with little white lies
We takin' out cash and flippin' big white pies
You rather run wild with your 9 mil. slant
You watchin'
never die, ah!
My crew standing by my side
Pass the joint we getting high
In this life you live or die
So you gotta go outside
Go and catch some good
crew, they might be next
Look at they man eye, big man, they never try
We roll wit em, stole wit em i mean loyalty
Niggas bought me milks at lunch
not a put down
I put my foot down
And then I make some love, I put my root down
Like Sweetie Pie by the Stone Alliance
Everybody knows I'm known for
the dough
The lifestyle I live is untouchable
So we clutch a few, guns that'll touch your crew
'Cause we learned to do what the hustlers do
Different ways
money, fuck it, cause I want some
B.I.G. fuckin' with me, oh god, whoa
OK ain't nobody fucking with my clique, clique, clique, clique, clique
Ain't
money, fuck it, cause I want some
B.I.G. fuckin' with me, oh god, whoa
OK ain't nobody fucking with my clique, clique, clique, clique, clique
Ain't
Why wasn't they able to control this?
I know some folk that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard explosions
Same shit happened back
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