Lyrics:
Yeah
I Wake Up, Get Fly
Take Pictures? Hell Nah
My crew, 2 Live
Cooking, stir fry
I wake up, too fly
Hotter than July
Wanna kick it, Muay Thai
Chorus: Notorious B.I.G. (repeat 2X)
I don't wanna live no mo'
Sometimes I hear death knockin at my front do'
I'm livin everyday like a hustle,
Girl, cause you've been there for me
Without your lovin', I go crazy, can't stop thinkin' about you, baby
Ain't no ordinary lady, Girl, I know you care
you shot a few going down
I give you that much, you ain't out
Close but no ci-gar, you must be a fucking retard
Extending your arm in my direction
me
To the end of the week, I live by the beat, like you live check-to-check
If you don't move your feet then I don't eat, so we like neck-to-neck
me
To the end of the week, I live by the beat, like you live check-to-check
If you don't move your feet then I don't eat, so we like neck-to-neck
I'm the only one wrap, bitch, the pack in the mail
Had to make somethin' for the gangsta bitches
Never by myself got the banger with me
Hatin' ass
You think your little arm'll get in the way of Armageddon?
Forget it Day, no, really, forget this day
If I had a time machine, I'd go back in time
with da tats crew on da 2'5 and 5'5
Ya was with relativity I was jive all dat bull shit you been through how you survive
KRS dats why I am da
open and you out to lunch and left us two
Now you know we can't let that pass to get that cash
We in the big numbers, count 'em all
Ain't no second
bro
Crew yo, I thought you knew when I'd be rollin' deep
No fuckin' Nytol needed to put your ass to sleep
I fly heads where there's dreads with
It don't matter
'Cause you won't take a risk with me
You won't jump off the bridge with me (no, you won't)
You don't wanna live free-fallin'
ain't no joke
Down with the sound called BDP
After livin' on the streets alone
Some years went by, I signed myself into a group home
I used to watch
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
time for some shit they ain't do
All because they didn't tell rat and give up the crew
Now that real nigga shit multiplied times two
If you keep it real
Ain't nothing changed
PE we be the same crew
Resurrection in the game here to save you
[Flava Flav]
Yo it's going down baby
It's going down
ain't no tramps
Try to get that pussy and she say you can't
Me and my partners we got that game
Check a square-ass bitch and make her throw that thang
purple, Jew
You have the right to listen to whoever you want to
And even the 2 Live Crew! (2 Live Crew, 2 Live Crew)
So all you right-wingers,
back in style again
I mean them big fat cuties, back in style again
You ain't had no real good lovin' till you've been loved by one of them
She gonna
For eachother
But could you ride this dick?
(Huh, yeah)
Do it ruthless smoothest
Don't know who's next
Rather I'd live than I don't
So baby two step
only gon fight a nigga
That ain't gon fight back and that's wack
They don't get you no damn props
You niggas is sheeps in wolves clothing
And I eat lamb
nothin but them platinum hits
And the two dog groan, sittin' on chrome
That nigga on the mic str-8 gone
My whole crew lives illegal
Strapped with
If you don't like me, I ain't feelin' your ass neither (ha ha)
I need a true diva, pushin' a two-seater (yea)
That's alright, let my wife, my crew
with you
In the future live our lives lavish, waking up to the best view
You, with our lives there's no telling,
As long as you fight then I'll fight too
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