Lyrics:
your mama
I just wanna stay with the two of you
And show the world that I have nothing to prove
It's only what I wanna do (Wanna do)
Just wanna stay with
down the street where BIG got shot
I hunt you
And the very next day where Pac met his fate
It's how we live our life, surrounded by Che
Pause
Where
St"rted working to never need to beg for loose ch"nge,
C"sh will determine your r"nk, le"rning th"t from Wu-T"ng,
Crew spr"ying up two tr"ins, puffing up
of the womb with two pistols inside my pocket
They put me up on the news and then took me inside a room,
Started inserting tubes right in front of the camera
Obama, yo Mama know I bring the drama,
Top grade you can't fade with a barber blade,
I'll burn ya eyes when I'm shinin', get some darker shades
I'm
Wishing for them live shows
Where everyone inside knows
This is how the mind, soul, body reconnect
Much respect to the crews who break a neck
I'm only 5'4
hands, gat lays in my waist
Francis, M to the iz-H phenominal
Gun rest under your vest by the abdominal
Rhyme a few bars so I can buy a few cars
And I kick
flows wit two by fo's wit sand paper
Now what is a MC if he can't flow
Up next is E-Swift and my name is J-Ro
We don't give a fuck if you down wit
Oh, bbno$ wassup
Run this shit, I work this shit, I did it
No crew (No)
My mama's telling me "yeah, get the money"
Mama, I do (Mama)
You got no
Mic check one two
Scope deh scene
As I roll thru
Can't roll with me
Isza whole crew
And you old to me
Buh I new to you
BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM
Tryn' Fu*k
नाराज़ bhot वक्त mere pas
We are stuck by a glue
Baby u r my crew
Got no point 2 prove
Cuz my love is true
Nd um nt cnfused
Again i'll choose u
बेवकूफ मैं
cheddar
You never
Crew terror
We just pull up our pants ain’t no two steppers
OG’s shaking my hands ain’t no new reppers
Million dollar advance I can’t do
[Pac]
Live in this motherfucker Thug Pound bitch
Kurupt Daz Makaveli Idi Kastro Hussein
You know bitch the whole muthafuckin' clique.
We
fitted and knitted
People judge a pimp by his shoes (Biatch)
My mama wasn't a sucka and
My daddy wasn't a lame
Uh uh (Bitch) , I come from the game
I do,
somethin' make sure you hear it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin'
Our music keeps you movin' what are you provin'?
You know that I'm two
Duke 'em raw with them whores, hide ya hoes from me (woo)
Your mama wanna chase, I'm just statin' the fact
L.A. think about your broad all I want is
car
(You're Ghetto)
Ghetto's what ya are when ya think that your nice
But the opposite dont look twice
(You're Ghetto)
You're G to the H to the E
Still making ends off the lil move that dude showed me
Finishing up my plans the land got buildings with a few doors on it
Give me a second i’m on 2
to ask the name
When you already know mama
I been thinking bout you all day
Maybe I should get a portrait
You think that I like 2 play
But I'm really into
Bout to do the damn thing you know
1, 2, it's live
I'm about to take these boys back to the dirty
Back to the mud
Some of these old country ass
Yea, yea, yea
Ain't nothing, to the next life
Fool ain't nothing changed
Roll something up mama
We fucked up
Make sure of it
Uh, never will
Yea, yea, yea
Ain't nothing to the next life
Fool ain't nothing changed
Roll something up mama
We fucked up
Make sure of it
Uh
Never will it
I guess I'm a winner
Mama told me keep your head high
Cause nyana wam uyiLeader
If you see me with the crew
It's nothing but drip
You can check it
She shaking her Hips she move like a dancer like
Come and see what I do
H2c yeah I'm wit the crew
Smoking this spliff yea I'm going kuu
Ion want one
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