Lyrics:
to my crew
Fuck all yall niggas who say I dont like you
[Bugz]
Im a brand named guy
Who loves to stay high
Got a ten inch dick and the gun the same size
like a pack of punk bitches
Now I got his whole crew wearin heels and doin dishes
You don't want to see me out the motherfuckin front
Don't you
clever lyricist
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
Who dat?, what?,
There they go, there they go
There they go
The same motherfuckers,
You know nigga it`s fuckin` Friday
We doin` it like last
have a check at all
- check one check two now I'm through with you
And all the Heavyweight crew puttin it down, Ten Cent Eve
Doin it at Project
gotta roll fifty to the club,
Blood, who d'you think your foolin' with that fake crew love.
The streets don't cater for no long term plan,
These
invented by this crew
Of them powerful men, who often like new
Stuff to be tested, only if I knew…
What ima being brought to, you would not have to tell me
to our Mom
Unless she humiliated you, by your lack of success
Humiliated you, on every phone call
That's why I didn't call her but every two weeks
Yet you
there in L.A.
What you really doin' hoe?
Why do I do the things I do?
Why so many questions?
What am I doing?
I talk to myself, when there's no-one
Gee
The brother who rocks so viciously
I said the age of one, my life begun
At the age of two I was doin' the do
At the age of three, it was you
and Scarface's
Niggas knew, I'd be the Don in my own crew
A million niggas with automatics who swarm through
You wonder who shot me here's a clue, stay alert
Go to parole off of two in stolen wheels
My colon holdin' pills, fuck takin' some Golden Seal
I smoke leaky and black like BET
Fuck hoes raw dog
or not
And then they feel some time of way he disrespectin' the block
But Paulie don't give a fuck, you disrespect him, you shot
Live by the chopper law
in my own crew
A million niggas with automatics
Who swarm through
You wonder who shot me here's a clue
Stay alert cause we comin' for you
And keep it
on the stand and make 'em plead the fifth
It doesn't matter cause I'm flattered by the way that you sweat
the crew but who the fuck are you to question what we
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
Run up on who & live where
Run up on who & live where
Run up on who & live where
Into your house man dem will tear
Run up on who & live where
smokin' on somethin'
Have you smokin' on somethin'
Lit, lit, lit, lit like Bic
SremmLife shit, bendin' by 6
2 by 2, 4 by 4
SremmLife shit, don't
Mafia way, Lavish way
We Kill niggas for fuckin up the mob
Facts
Live by code die by that bitch, RIP Kimbo
When you in the hood with that chicken
out my heat first, he pull out his heat last
Now who the fuck you think is livin' to this day?
I'm tryin' to tell these young niggas crime don't pay
the same old two step
While Omegas doin' the same old Q step
I had my money on my mind
I was thinkin' green
She a pledge, AKA, she was pink and green
I want
a whip you'd never'd imagined (check me out)
Who said we'd never be gunnas?
Live by the code of honor (code of honor)
Who said they're ready
one.
[Verse 2]
Blastmaster KRS-One of course
Comes to express with style the lost
Ways of rhyming, old and new, past and present
Knock, knock, who
With an architectural design by TraxNYC, believe it
I'd ask to rock it, but I might fall
And by the way, how much of a ball was Live at Carnegie Hall?
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