Lyrics:
Push
U're never 2 young, never 2 old
Push
Don't stop until u go
Did u ever stop 2 wonder
Why U put another down?
No man should asunder
The joy that
skill tank is empty and my shit is full
Went to school unleaded
No one in this world ever said it, get beheaded by the crew dreaded
MC dicer,
If they stop me I hope they lock me
Instead they speed ahead
Yo nigga watch me
I'm drunk by myself, gun under my seat
I don't want none of my
ain't tryin
Burque records, boy, I do this shit for New Mex
And you can tell by the work, nigga, who's best
Got my shooters at the shows holdin' two
[Chorus: (Memphis Bleek)]
1, 2 why'all, you know I rock ya
Step in the rounds of the ROC mafia
1, 2 why'all, you know I stop ya
Dirty Get Low n**** we
landscapes
Nerd game make mandelbrot sets when we handshake
A word game back up plan that can dam lakes
Backup the word play playin' at the man's states
baked Anita running thru
Stomping on these beats like kanye boots
Make it to the top like yo bitch up in the room
They want me stop cus I spit the truth
stayin consistent
Lemme stop playin bruh, on to the next
And what's that tag say?
Thats nasty Nomad
Indeed it is
two, she bustin Down tonight, I put that on the Crew
Popped a pill so I can feel it too
I'm smokin glue, sipping Something purple outta double Duces
Baby
Massachusetts, where this is
Happenin'. They got three stop signs, two police officers, and one police
Car, but when we got to the scene of the crime, there
Girl you playin'
You like to do a lot of damage
I put 2 n 2 together
Stop faking
Trust me baby I can manage
I put 2 n 2 together
You and me
ran into the game
Nigga, stop playin' with Lil Wayne
Come on!
It ain't a game, nigga, I don't know who told you it was
I put holes in your mug if
Rastamouse and Scratchy and Zoomer
Also known as the Easy Crew
Crime fighters they're very special agents
Playin' reggae when mi work is through
checkin ten-ten winds a.m.
First and fifteenth I'm layin at the check cashing
Think I'm playin, blink and I'm sprayin
Wrong move, ask yourself what leg you
the Maserati (Molly party)
I'm just playin', I ain't got money to my nombre
Rollin' on the molly in the Maserati (Ba-ba-baby)
Stop, drop, pop that ass
Live like
Your live shows are boring you're just not pleasin' 'em
Stop teasin' 'em you can't rock Palladium
We bring New York back like that West side stadium
[Chorus: (Memphis Bleek)]
1, 2 why'all, you know I rock ya
Step in the rounds of the ROC mafia
1, 2 why'all, you know I stop ya
Dirty Get Low n**** we
I’m
Tryna let money live
Shit’s so hot up in the street
Now it’s nicknamed "pressure cooker"
Should’ve stayed bangin’ in your trunk
‘til you put a tear
echoed through the crowd
Six punks hit, two punks died
All causalities was applied to their side
Human lives has to pass just for talking much trash
We
your crew that's why your stage show's wack!
So let the sleeping and assuming and the B.S. stop
Because, Naughty is to live and die for Hip Hop
playin' a little bit too much
You know what I'm sayin'?
Yo, this ain't no game)
Is it cuz you're just a reject?
(This is not a game Oh, ok)
Gotta keep your
i'm like a dead end
You can't get nothing by me (Stop it)
I'm Nino Man, I keep shooters behind me
They knew how I was comin'
Already when 'Kiss signed
One, two, three, four!
Wake up and live, y'all,
Wake up and live!
Wake up and live now!
Wake up and live!
Life is one big road with lots
the God of War like Mars
That leave MC's smashed by my Squad
It's odd y'all never seen relish, but always seem jealous
Of my extreme fellas, rockin'
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