Lyrics:
out, or in this case the dough
Roll with the blow till considered a hoe
Babies are born and pawned off to grandmama
The bitch ain't done, she still lives
I'm sittin' here perfectly still cuz I've got no place to go
Be about two months until we light up the show
Follow me now I sing of spring it's
goodbye
Time to spread my wings
And high up in the sky
I can fly, I fly, I fly, so high
[Verse 2]
Welcome to my life I think its time I take it back
I got
and look where we at
the bottom, simple as that
I'm bringing it back to the fore-front
like Luke in the 2 Live Crew days
he's the one that's got these mami's
was
Filthy heavy cup Xanax in
The green tea two guns who
Will not give a plea whole
Crew weight lift dirty bullets
How we aint flea whipping
Twins like
Yeah, what up
[the show is over]
Welcome to the final frontier
Soul position
Rjd2 on the beats plus myself, blueprint, on the
Rhymes
[the
Was that a blue canary
Behind your hands cuffed over the two by two
A little friendly fire
He's just a boy who had your back, covering you
If
either him or me
And as I verbalise to my DJ's cut
If we kill a wack crew or two so what
We just rock it
We just rock it
DJ Jeff
Break 2
On each occasion
and pull out my two shot derringer
Cause yes, Heather be comes classier
Cause Heather be , Jamal-Ski, and KRS the trainer
makes up the dope crew
to East Greenwich through
Every state with a sentence
Frozen weight in the cooter
Ten plates to soup ya
1 2's we oughta cruise right
By the state troopers
the medals in the warfield of respect
Like an ill porno make ya body get wet
Just a ghetto child trying to live a straight and narrow
Hoping that my shit
Knives in our hands to the sound of the click
And now we're ready, we hit the swoove
Windows ease down we spray their crews
Eight fools dead, a baby too
mini, money, mini, mini
It ain't all about the money
When I was hustler, two dogs by my side plus a black pistola
Loud MCs, feel the silencer
Y'all still
[Verse]
We're cruising down the street with the top down low
Got my crew right here, ready to go
The sun is shining, the girls looking fine
Can't
anytime we pass through,
(Telephone ring) Hello Poochie Lu,
It come in like mi slam two a di gal dem inna yuh crew,
And by the week fi done mi affi
out to
That nigga you love to have Ice Cube
The nasty ass group award goes out to 2 Live Crew
The High Roller of the industry award goes out to Ice
and catch a bonus
Move all to buy the Owens
When you thought I was your oldest
And ever since that day I walk around double toastin'
Wit two hoalstin
of the Year grammy goes to
That nigga you love to have Ice Cube
The nasty ass group award goes out to 2 Live Crew
The High Roller of the industry award goes
keeps, deep crews pay dues
By murder ones and twos, rip riders and damus
Choose to stay gangsta, you never ever ran us
We bustin clips like bananas,
This is the lifeboat Louisa Heartwell and we are the Cromer Crew
Some will sing of heroes who live by the sword
But the best and bravest never fight
Remember, mom? Giving me $250
To go to the studio, way out in Kissimmee
20-13, recorded my first disc
Don't believe me? Nigga, you can ask Stix
That was right
Role model on these streets because I live by several rules
But number one and number two is never lose and never snooze
Number three is never choose
to live
[Repeat 1]
[Repeat 2]
[Nature]
I bought you bottles of the best shit, on the rocks
Showed you plenty of affection, off top
The way your
Come four by four, lose one like Dru Hill
Stay fly 'til you air sick, now that's ill
Two choices, either squeeze or peel, now that's real
What
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