Lyrics:
Quran, what's the haps, kid?
(Man it's whatever
I got the heat we can do this 'cause yo)
We all one when when it comes down to it
Bloodshed and war, yo
We
bitches the wing committee we 'bout this
Rated Fly is the outfit no stains nigga
Long live bangem I ain't never going to die
Long live Harlem we'll forever
this?
Cause now you bump heads with kids that's lifeless
I live by the day only if I survive
The last night, damn right, I ain't tryin' to fight
We can
what i'm doing (Nah)
Stressed as fuck (Yeah)
Light a cig (Yeah yeah), take a puff
Shit now that stress is gone (Gah Damn!)
Hold up, this soundin' like
against us
Now they taking loss
Only high octane is what I keep in da tank
Wit a sound system by Groot that got magnificent range
We got ladies in the crew
don't be clowns
We can make fullusivly beats now
[Chorus 2x]
[Verse 3]
My final verse is this
To the crews out there
Who really speak
don't dwell all
Roger, roger. Calling, calling, roger, roger, can you read me?
78-78-9, 78-78-9, do you read me? Roger, major!
This is Modern Talking spaceship
on crews
And I, paid my deuce from scramblin blues
And I, laid my rules from cookin these fools
And these, fucked up time in seventy-two's
And I, learned
Bitches and thugs, spit game and throw slugs
It's the Ruler, live by, take it in blood
Cuz it's the J to the A to the death nigga what
Don't get it fucked
yo (jump) yo (jump)
(first family) for the two (oh) oh (oh)
Follow instructions! crews, listen!
Who, is it? move (bounce!)
First family move
the rich
Five, only strong will survive
Four, 'cause we live by the sword
Three, plus sixty degrees
Two, for the black and the blue
One, for the sun,
box, always come in handy) Y'know what'm sayin?
Yo, this is like a whack emcees nightmare, y'know what'm sayin?
Thats why I'm right here, y'know what
numb from it
MC's in my circumference is confronted son
Get your growth stunted from this, you don't want it
(What nigga?) The Black Thought and M-O-S
A Mastermind
'Cause everything he does is by the book
A Mastermind
Never do a thing irrational
Lives forever, these tales are classical
I'm Ron Jeremy buried deep
In yo mama's neck
Yas what the heck
You can't say dat
Oh but I can
It might get me banned
But This is a jam
Yeah this is
for perfection this much is true
We do what we say you say what we do
Kid Rock I couldn't be no Bozo
And I get too much P to ever
I rock from SoHo
And though I pack this pound 3-5-7 or 4-5
Will I hide? Will I die? Will I ride?
Niggas never know why
My whole crew, a family clique
Are we sick? Are we live
the ground of the death of this son,
Live in his steps till the day he will come,
The light of his coming is shadowing greed,
Burning a hole through there
An exclusive Remix
Yeah
I'm trying to catch me something
Little jokes or something
Nigga that watch is nice
That's what you bought for me
Live with us H-B
What what (echo)
[Chorus: x3]
(B.G.) Niggas in trouble cause the Hotboys behind the trigger
(Juvenile) You don't want this out
Like a pit, what you get, is what you wit' me so I took it!
[Chorus 2x]
[20 Grand Pikasoe - Verse Two]
This track'll make me zone
the crew
Yo what cha, what cha want to do?
Why every time I leave the driveway y'all playas get sick
Is it cause I'm 18 with this four point six?
Come
and laughter
Homicide is humor and nigga you looking funny
Women love to stare cause they know they see the money
I open up my mind by opening bank accounts
me man - this is what I do man!
All these miserable fucks man â?? e'rybody got they fuckin hand out
E'rybody want you to just come, give 'em money
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