Lyrics:
some damn fools
Don’tchu know to do that type of
Dirt down at the sand dunes?’
Disrespectful vandals, prepubescent packrats
One plus two equals a crew
the book
A Mastermind
Never do a thing irrational
Lives forever, these tales are classical
Velvet bow ties, bulletproofs in the tux, when I roll by
In
Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-A, the N-O-V-A,
And the rest is F-L-Y,
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix,
And these reasons I'll tell you
to bottom flame, Demo TBA
Ghost TMR, Easel CUK
Switchin gears, Lay the One towards the end
Who could forget the Master of Destruction
Led by Quik,
Nammen uncommon
Doubt monkey polish
My twenty-three’s lean over a cobra motor milligram bender
Book novelty
A tip lives prior to clippin'
that's pure
Sick with this shit, doctors can't find a cure
And it's on
[chorus 2x: rock]
It's plain to see, you can't change me
'cause I'm wit m.f.c. for
(intro)
Dmac on the f*cking track
Turn da sh*t on jay
(verse 1)
I don't know what I'm living for I think I should die (yeh)
Young ni**a have no
a grown man fast to react?
Well I do when I'm feelin up and runnin' up their stats
Take a weight of every life we live
And get snubbed by the ones who
you doodoo
Bent up like you OD'd off Ex-Lax and YooHoo
I blew through two crews, talkin' they garbage
Claimin' they funky? Maybe true cause you
trigger to a barrel
From the bottom of your heart
'til death do you fuckin' part
Do you understand to live, to lie by him
Is to share your soul, Lord
yo (jump) yo (jump)
(first family) for the two (oh) oh (oh)
Follow instructions! crews, listen!
Who, is it? move (bounce!)
First family move
and ate out
Prostitute turned bitch, I got the gauge out
96 ways I made out, Montana way
The Good-F-E-L-L-A, verbal AK spray
Dipped attache, jumped out
I got syrup, I got bars,ay..
I’m up all night tryna’ live life, if I’m wrong than who right?
Pockets on swole look heavy, rolling J’s like a “Rolling
down
Let me holla at you off some G shit Lee shit
You ain't tryna go and be f*cking with some week shit
Even though you do it usually
But them lames
that shit there f*cking
That sh*t you putting on man that sh*t ain’t nun
I’ll walk off in that bih and have that sh*t there jumping
Off white you
death do you fuckin' part
Do you understand to live, to lie by him
Is to share your soul, Lord knows, you gone die by him
I know you heard gun stories
nothing to do but write about my L-I-F-E, put it
Down on paper, so what you feel?
I live for today, motherfuck another hour, it might be sour
Never
it ruthless smoothest
Don't know who's next
Rather I'd live than I don't
So baby two step through this
Come by sooth this
Coming like Jennifer Lo
We
response and perturbed by a gimmick
Concerned at a limit
But two f***s away from disturbed and minute from giving two sh**s in a hole
I don't mean to overly
cool
supply & demand rules, replaced by A&R rules
a scholar of the next school
who wasn't trying to hear that
so principals and teachers abroad began
call the authorities
First round down
You better pray to God I ain't
Got two more of these
I said fuck who you brung witchu
I could fit 100 shells in
a cop or two
'Cause me and the crew could still get our rocks off
The penitentiary don't stop a n**** 'cause he's in jail
Hell I'm makin' more money
the flyest nigga that you ever saw
Live in - action! Guaranteed - RAW!
[Interlude:]
"Who's comin' through?
Y'all know who! DO! "
[Verse 2:]
Bedstuy Brooklyn
the microphone quick fast
Brothers been tryin to diss for years
As long as I'm respected by my peers
And get cheers - who the fuck cares?
Yeah, I'm weeded, but
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