Lyrics:
Two, with a blue. You, who are you? New, I am new.
Who, didn't have a clue. Yeah, two, right by the two.
Yeah, two, fuck by the two. Yeah, cool, hang
the vessel right
I need you by my side
We gotta turn the tide
We gotta turn the tide
Because it's our lives we're talkin' about
Because it's our lives we're
the sinning in the crap
I'd probably end up in the pen for runnin in a crib strapped
And cuz I'm fuckin with them cats who won't accept to live lackin
Nothing
gave me my crew
Love my fam and you gave me the fruit
Peace out to the ones who've lost their way
And to the ones who've gone astray
Father I know you
forgetting
To live inside the moment, with these beautiful women
They all up on me, I just don't see
Cause I'm blinded by, all these different things on my
lives are filled with sin
Well guess what?
That's who he's coming for
Those who think they're pure like him
He will only go after those
Who in him have
comin' for your (crew)
Flyin' guillotine (style)
With the name Meth-Tical
Is it on?
Is it on?
Is it gone?
If I ain't on ya records then
My single is hot from out of the sleeve, I murder two M.C.'s
[Chorus: x2]
Life in the projects (ain't no tellin' who gon' die next)
Livin' in
Gargle beatas you stabbin' that heart or haul
It's the habit that scarred the nina
But I'm buzzin' shots by the dozen
Dare of the crew, Caribou Lou
nigga advice, shoot dice
Do plenty of shit cause this life, how many you get?
How many niggas do you know get two?
Besides a nigga who snitch to skip
of twelve who stood to speak their mind
The report was filed by ten
But the last two stood with quite a different spin
They said I don't agree with those who
live
Just give me the que
Who you got on your side
You better check twice
This a hunger game
And they ready to fight
Yeah we going up
So get ready to fly
you in the game.
So what you gonna do?
Whatchu gonna prove?
Who will listen you?
Who will support you?
From everything you do.
An I'll come wit a crew
[Intro]
You already know who it is. It's ya boy. Lil Weest on the beat.
Let's get it.
[Chorus x2]
Yeah you got that ass ass ass ass ass ass
Bitches
blind
This political warfare, and I'm on the front line
I'm a soldier who
Grew to be a general,
But generals is soldiers too (true)
And I'm willing
the deep inclination of putting my hands on 'er
I'm a modern day Galileo who lives in Atlanta
The capital of the ratchets, aristocrats and traffickers
Wayne]
Listen
Now when we slide up in the club, we come in and do things
About every car that you name, on twenty-two things
We likely to have a few
Kane is in the building
Now tell me how you love it
You know you at the top when only heaven right above it
We on
'Cause we on
Who else
That go to show this ass
Kicking ain't gon bother nigga
Cause it's right back where
You started nigga
Being a son of a Harlem nigga
Now you was made by
never get one
She eat it up thumb in her butt born in this life nigga savage as fuck
Turn down for what turn do for who she turn out for the crew soon
(You're in the mix with DJ KAY)
(KAY killed this shit)
AP this, with an Audemars this
Got an AP froze with the two-tone
Different diamond colors in
who gone tote heat, cup fulla screw in my 2 sipping that pokey, smokey vibes gone close the eyes don't choke we high, stay in the cut just like some
The Hills are alive with a camera crew
If you think this is life
Then more fool you
It's the road to independence
For Lauren and her friends
H2
of making moves
They scared of what I'm bout to do next
Suplex on the beat
Don't get your crew checked
Quick to catch a body
And I'm screaming out who next
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