Lyrics:
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
Fire burning in the city
Tyres burning in the city
We got the vibe and its sliddy
We got the vibe and its sliddy
They cutting ties with the glizzy
the 40
He gone get rowdy
And ya don't want that shit
Cause it's gon' be naughty, by nature
Fuck a player hater
I'mma come through
And you know I'm down
the 40
He gone get rowdy
And ya don't want that shit
Cause it's gon' be naughty, by nature
Fuck a player hater
I'mma come through
And you know I'm down
Newham, I'm a general
Put some respeck on my name when you speak it
When I go to war, I dun them
Could be this crew or that crew, I dun them
Could've
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
they're rapping is way off track?
I don't mean to attack you, but I'm cutting no slack
To those people that I hear saying meaningless raps
In actuality,
Cutting grass no yard work spacing nah ain't on earth
If shawty put in ball work bet that ima call her
Skills is built from hard work fools just
represent yours Crew
Which one of y'all think you ill enough to bust A Plus
Get crushed by the stampede of the elephant tusks
We LB families niggas don't
I'm goin out baby uzi, style
Catchin bodies like I hit skins
The hostile juvenile, fuck what you heard
More four-five, motherfucker die
My crew is
Standing by my brothers, kicking back-to-back like I'm Drake
How do you expect to run lad, when you don't take the time to go train
My boys got
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
and missing mobsters
Hip-hoppers know hard, guess who's back again
That Naughty click clan to make you clap your hands!
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Clap Your Hands This
the discotheque
Or we'll make you extinct Tyrannosaurus Rex
We're gonna rock this motherfucker like three the hard way
We're gonna rock this motherfucker like
gone
But I guess what I always wanted then huh
I keep a crew smaller than a crew cab
Back then we woulda fit all us
Now I'm by myself
Wishin' you
a gutter board catch em on the rebound
See your rhymes all hard but you soft in the middle like a porkbone
And the ride in your video ain't yours so your
to judge when you`re trying to survive
The one who moves first might be the one to stay alive
So when you think you`re hard and dominating the set
Just
'em, tell 'em, I don't need that shit
Who said I need a crew?
Who said I need a mob?
Who said I need a crew?
Who said I need a mob?
I do this by myself
I
cookies from you girls scouts
PC bars I'm fast and furious my hard drive Gotta fan out
Stage on fire bring the fan's out,
Got the skill it take for me
Ike Turner on your ass.
Aw fuck
You wanna get jumped chump punk?
Come press your luck by our whole crew we all stone you,
Own you, for a while you
just the hard truth
And every friend you call yo brother might not want the best for you
It don't matter where y'all from or if you repped the same crew
the air
A finger triggered by a sense of apprehension
Your case you fit the description now you a victim
It seems senseless but it's always been their
the g's
'N' taught by the bosses howda stack that cheese
You got rich 'n' g shits still a part of you
'cause breakin' old habits so hard to do
You
And they'll praise me for mad thoughts
I'm crazy
I'm searchin', lookin' for the target
You don't know what hard is
This ain't all this hard yet
But I don't
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