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you'll die dancin'
Dark, gliding shapes that violate every law of nature
Buy 'em or die a thousand deaths

2 Live Crew, 2 Live Crew
Boyz with da bass, boyz
your chest seven days a week
And add a foot for good measure you'll be seven feet deep

It goes 10-9-8-7-6-5-4
3-2-murder 1 lyrics at your door
bitch
My crew run wild, snatch chains and bracelets
Your time's wasted for figurin P
Was two sides of me, snake niggas obviously
You get lumped
and stickin'
Them niggas up in the nine-two
And all these niggas steppin' must got static with my crew
Well, nigga bring it on
Send them chromes to your dome
wasn't fucking impressed
Who's the nigga with the big mouth
I live your ass erect and bit off with a lion's mouth
Your hypeman sound like a bitch that
Patiently watchin waitin for a come up 
Get your spot took, we rob land like white man 
Plans to overthrow your whole shit by shaking your hand
T-Minus 
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Rapid transit, be moving too fast 
You better get up off
fuck you with my 9 

Don't give your plees 'cause I don't bang 
But I'm down to fully slang 
40 Thevz end down your crew 
'Cause Circle's deep I
[Liffy Stokes]
It's like I got the 4-4 cocked
On the block in it two door dropped
And my spot is keepin but hot
The pussy-ass cop throw some
I can talk about awards
Fuck the fantasies, yo I got all four
And 2001'll be mine, by law
Why name the Greatest Of All Times?
Because for fifteen
Wreckin your ass armaggedeon style
Twenty four seven while
My crew chin check your profile
(Rollin)

I'm the master of disaster, super rhyme maker
Grimy by
yo cash
Five g's for a muthafuckin song
And if you can't pay it, keep movin on
I'm into somethin that your fake ass never can handle
With your
said
And we're seein red
You've mistaken us all for chumps
And the pogo punk crew
Will help us dish out your lumps

So I've got two tips:
You'd better
boom on top boom, boom gat for gat 
And all the rules got the drop on you 
And let the nickel nine pop on you 

Yo, my crew in the front got it
up

"One two three four five six seven eight nine"
"TEN"

I been in this game for years, it made me a animal
It's rules to this shit, I wrote me
don't give a fuck about you or your crew

(I'm down with the MAAD ass you know who)

[Chorus]
Brothers of the mother MAAD Circle
I'm down with
and your man blasted
Kidnapped and slapped in a van wrapped in Saran plastic
Get your damn ass kicked, by these fantastic
Furious four motherfuckers
Flashing
you the worst
Punk ass nigga kinda jocking now
You ain't down cause I trust nobody

[chorus/master p]
I trust nobody x2

[master p]
One by one in this
As we embark, on Boom Skwad blunt rolling technique, 314 (one two)
For those of you needing a reference (yeah)
Please turn your textbooks to page
of the dope stuff 
So in the record store, you can't pass by us 
GET the album, HEAR THE MUSIC 
And hold on so you just don't lose it 
As a reference, for
feelin like the best, nobody fuckin with us
We done turned to a bygone don crew
We got the semi Kimora like Djimon Hounsou
A lifetime criminal, live by
mc's to the test
And if you front I'll put my foot up in your freaking chest
Freestyle fanatic, and never will it ever stop
You crew is loose, you
and everybody know
Strawberry strawberry is the neighborhood hoe
Do any thing for a hit are 2 give the bitch a rock
And she will fuck your hole damn crew
It
I been in this game for years, it made me a animal
It's rules to this shit, I wrote me a manual
A step by step booklet for you to get
Your game
represent yours Crew

Which one of y'all think you ill enough to bust A+
get crushed by the stampede of the elephant tusks
We LB families niggas don't