Lyrics:
Call my boy Poppa see to put a slug in your vest
Check, I walk around the street with the black tec nine
By the waistline, kickin' the hype shit
So turn
think we live in era meant for me
Experimentally I found a way to spread the terror mentally
When I stumbled upon this resolution
By usin' a special
grosser then 2 Live Crew
My grandsons a super hero
Just back from the war in Iraq Corp.
Punishment-"My name is Corporal Punishment, I want to scratch
socks
Banksy bitches, Basquiat
I ran through that buck fifty Live Nation fronted me
They workin' on another deal, they talkin' two hundred fifty
I'm
by the half
Whatever you want we have, chumps we got it on the half
My people Big Stan, Uptown open shop
Funky Fades and Trimmings, 10 dollars a whop
(Flex)
Yeah, N.O.R.E., Big Pun, Funk Flex
(N.O.R.E.)
A lot of ghetto things goin on right here
N.O.R.E., N.O.R.E.
Funkmaster! Flex, Flex
me wit' no other by the flow, motherfucker
Dedicated to all of those with big egos
Never fakin', we get the dough and live legal
Haters hate this,
fucking limits
Shout out to Uncle Luke
Shout out my bitches too
We the 2 Live Crew
Two for me, two for you (woo)
Feed them bitches carrots
Fuck 'em
socks
Banksy bitches, Basquiat
I ran through that buck fifty Live Nation fronted me
They workin' on another deal, they talkin' two hundred fifty
I'm
[Mystikal:] Whaa', wassup dog!
[Method Man:] Funk Doctor in this mother-fucker
[Redman:] Right he-eere
[Method Man:] And I'm shitty ass Meth, and we gone
on my crew
I went from dirt to large work like boatloads of keys
It's hard work and it hurts to live life on ya knees
So God please have a lil' mercy
education
I live my life by the code of the funk
600 watt amps, 18's in the trunk
When I'm on the street, you
Gotta feel my beat, so
Throw your hands up if
immigrant
Put up your hands you know what I'm sayin'?
I'ma start this shit off like this, this time around
H-to-the-A-to-the-I-to-the-T-to-the-I
Live
infected by devils
My father would come home, he would forget about the killings
He wasn't scared of the Shogun, but the shogun was scared of him
Maybe
Now these doors don't open til after dark
And it ain't til twelve 'til the party really starts
(Yo me and my crew had to be in by ten
Right
own two
No crew just see what this Mac-11 gon do
Plenty bodies gon be dropping soon
As I come through
Hop out let it rip head slugs go threw
Now these doors don't open til after dark
And it ain't til twelve 'til the party really starts
(Yo me and my crew had to be in by ten
Right
rotten
Microphone check, one two one two
Shouts to the East and the West coast crew
Whatever you do, keep this hip-hop shit true
{"That's all I
the only way I can live
War, money, cash, drugs
Got me feelin' like AIDS
Walkin' inside the club
38 snub huggin' my waist like it had arms
Then I bear it,
Boom, every hit don't lie
Pitch you a fit when your shit don't fly
Eat you alive, got that punk,
Spit this fire to the Bizkit funk
Uno, dos, trace in
water, oops (? ? ) what?
(? ? ) water, y'all can get looted
Cause king tee with the stupid fat funk, hey
What is this?
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Hah.. ah one-two
place to hide in this world
Change will change the term hurt
First in line to decline held by a set to burn
Red alert, nines at work, less lives
Unreal to a close eye
Can’t feel but you heard that I’m close by
It’s more vivid the image invented in my mind
I look around and rarely I see a fake
me wit' no other by the flow, motherfucker
Dedicated to all of those with big egos
Never fakin', we get the dough and live legal
Haters hate this,
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