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Mega Mega Mega (The Count & Sinden) · Cumbia Mix Mix Mix, Vol. 2 (Acapulco Tropical) · 2 Live Crew's Greatest Hits (2 Live Crew) · Original 2 Live Crew (2 Live Crew) · 2 Live Crew Is What We Are (2 Live Crew) · 2 Live Crew's Greatest Hits [Video] (2 Live Crew) · 2 Live Crew's Greatest Hits [Clean] (2 Live Crew) · Club Mega Mix, Vol. 1 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Non Stop Hits: Mega Mix (The Countdown Singers) · Heathen Mega Mix (Determine) – and 90 other albums »


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
need to check the clock, the streets are timin you

[Chorus]

[Nas]
It justifies, Nas Escobar's leavin s*** mesmerized
Mega live, like the third
Escobar's leaving shit mesmerized
Mega live, like the third world
Decipher my deceiver make him a believer
Spitting Jim stars, words in my mic type receiver
many rhymes it can't a crew make me 
Rock for thirty two times like John Wayne Gacy 

You need to put your hands together 
'Cause J5 is in the house
many rhymes it can't a crew make me 
Rock for thirty two times like John Wayne Gacy 

You need to put your hands together 
'Cause J5 is in the house
Yo
Saturday night, Uptown
Riding past Kansas Fried Chicken
What's popping kid? We in the mix
It's chilly 40 below
Gate's closed gotta catch Dr.
from around my block 
And it's a sure shot that we stay on top 

It's the planet-p here to keep it live 
And I'm also known as kudu-5 
When my crew
from town 
Papa was a driller on a wildcat crew and my mama never was around 
I learn to cuss when I was two and fight when I was three 
And by
Yo
Saturday night, Uptown
Ridin' past Kansas Fried Chicken
What's poppin' kid? We in the mix
It's chilly 40 below
Gate's closed gotta catch Dr.
you and your 2 faced crew, 
And tonight you support everything we do
Check 1 that's right we ain't begging for none
So solid crew there're on radio 1
they talkin' 'bout man, okay

I'm comin' straight up outta that chat room, and live from the message board
I'm at the crib all by myself, chattin'
Don't ever do that I run with two macs
And plus my crew back my every move
I choose givin' crews the blues
I'm open off the Damey
Obey me or get sprayed
at my ride, but I don't give a fuck 

cause I retaliate, with the bullshit two-five 

It's only right, that I represent 

Sip on the E&J, straight
5 carloads deep, time to go do a show
Got a massive crew and we`re ready to roll
So I grab my gear hop in the whip and ride
Premier he`s got
(";A loser!";)

I crack another brew, sit back and watch what niggaz do
Who threw that 2-you? I'm rollin the whole fuckin crew
One by one niggaz come
like Lucky Charms
With two percent low fat milk, five percent pro black built
It's nothin mother had a motherfucker
I don't think about it niggaz
crew, yo 

[Chorus: x 2] 

The Raw Dice rise like a creature from out the swamp 
Wit my blood-thirsty clergy that's on the hunt for conk 
Who pumps
5 carloads deep, time to go do a show
Got a massive crew and we're ready to roll
So i grab my gear hop in the whip and ride
Premier he's got
it by eight
We back to sixteen now add the other two that Mega bringing through
So let's see, if we flip this other key
Then that's more for me, mad
in sync?
Out looking for the camera crews
Sell my soul for a second on the evening news
Am I in sync?
Live 'til the bubble pops
Hold my breath
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
president of what I claim 
Still the same name, tied to this shit like I'm to blame 
Then maintain, gettin' this CREAM with bloodstain 
2-5-to 'cause
a freaky little trick puffin dodo sticks 

I can live foul as dirt road hicks 

I can make three plus two make six 

Cut with verbal scrapes and nicks
sure eat it drink it all off na make none go to waste  
And who's aeoberti upon Falcon Crest you know him a chase  

Se that the top of the crew Sis V
can't use dem food stamps
Other crews like to sample and mix
But our crew, we just play that shit
Live, drums, bass, keys
Niggas don't like it, you