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house is nothin like the Covenant 
We hold big shit like a bitch hold one in the oven 

Well if it ain't drama, money above broke bitches 
You broke your tongue talking trash
Now you're tryin' to bring your garbage to me
I got some words for your ass
You better find somebody else up

You broke your tongue talking trash
Now you're tryin' to bring your garbage to me
I got some words for your ass
You better find
You catch quick those who catch it most don't last it down on Doogan 
They rollin' two deep, so they ain't too sleep and crews creep but they
for some juice
when the move was interrupted by two twins
and they friends sportin body suits
They said whattup, I said whattup, and they broke it down
ass up
Semi-automatic's spray I tighten yo' ass up - what?

Every hood we go through
All the gangsters around know my whole crew
We hold it down like we
tote two tecs
And when he start to bust he like to ask, "Who's next?"
I got my honey on the Amtrak
with the crack in the crack of her ass
Two pounds
{Too $hort:}
Tell em what we do in here, Dangerous...

Get some drums from a break and then break yo ass
You want beats from the crew? we'll take
Squattin at the car show - couldn't be a girly girl
if I tried; crazy slave to the live
But I'm still fly, love four by fours
Cause they ride
man but when the gat is in my hand 
You can bet my monkey ass is comin' out on top 
LA hustlers can't live without money 

So before I make sense I
Took alive the suckers that tried to get live 
I never fronted, I'm wanted dead or alive 

Here's the plan: Shannon, you bring the van
with the crack in the crack of her ass
Two pounds of hash in the stash
I wait for hon to make some quick cash
I told her she could be Lieutenant,
get right (back up)

Haters in the club (back up)
Gold diggers (back up)
Broke niggaz (back up)
I suggest, I suggest that you (back up)

(Verse 2
Niggas wonder why
You can bring your crew, but we remain true
Motherfucker, still ballin'

Now everybody wanna see us dead
Two murdered on the front
the drawers
Gang-banged by your manager, fella
Gettin' money out your ass, like a motherfuckin' Ready Teller
Givin' up the dollar bills
Now they got
of the Year grammy goes to 
That nigga you love to have Ice Cube
The nasty ass group award goes out to 2 Live Crew
The High Roller of the industry award goes
wettin' his wife 
Nigga hidin' in a closet 
Checked his ass, and made a motherfuckin' deposit 
Sucker tried to get live 
Yeah, I'm still wanted dead
So all that bullshit you did, I know where you live 
You better be on point when you walk in the rest 
Your broke ass probably don't got a vest
my ass dead broke like JD
Or put a hundred grand on e'ry nigga head that play me
See I'm cool with them Haitian mob niggas
They say sak passe nap
slang I use 
breakin' down mics 
and destroyin' crews. 

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1-2-1-2 unhh............ 1-2-1-2 mic
Probably because my aim is over nigga's heads/ 
East coast - west coast, I play the whole map and bounce/ 
They got a benz but live in their
I'm broke 'cause it take no skills to pay the bills
But that's alright because I gotta kill a crew
(I'm down with the MAAD ass you know who)
chillin and
Front on this and get dissed, motherfucker
Me and my crew, me and my crew we be chillin and
Front on this and get dissed

Ah one two
to do."

(Verse 1)
Like sand through the hourglass
So are the days of our lives
And for that lie, only we thrive
Awakenings, as we make the dead come
The only car on the road flossin' nine gears 
Cause I arrive and overdrive, set to rip it live 
And I'll be rippin' this shit when I'm fifty-five