Lyrics:
too much love
Why can’t it be this way always
Cut the check four ways
One to me, one to spirit,
And 2 for the old me
He took me the whole way
Buddha-God, the sage shore
Salute the lyrical tear-up, we never fearin you
Scarin you, too tough for the wack, we never hearin you
(You stuck by two
And as the dj plays the sparkles fly
Like fireworks have gone off
We got out glasses up and bottles high
And if you don't that's your loss
So we should live it
me to peep a sucker's weakness, like
Telling your secrets, or kicking it to your freakses
You couldn't go there with directions
I make crews break
It's no coincidence how you come show
Up in my hood
Up to no good, huh
Walk in and smell the acrylic
Walk in and smell the acrylic
Me and my crew
know that I rip it
All I need is a minute
Get up in it and leave it obliterated
And you want to test me?
You're fucking with a killer, bitch
"Ripper"
Yeah woah
Yeah hey
Yeah woah
Yeah hey
Yeah woah
Alright alright alright alright
Let's get it
Two seater I'm riding with the crew
Can't nobody tell
the bitch up put the gangsta twist on
Her sunny southern cal it never snows
Niggas yelling ha's and ho's we dumping out of 64's
When it comes to the gun
niggas, we can do it however you choose nigga
One on one or round up the crews nigga
But Can-I-Blast you out your shoes nigga
You know the rules nigga!
[Featuring Black Spooks]
Yo wake up it's the D crew up in here with the Black Spooks
And we bout to drop it on y'all...y'all best get a clue
scars, damn)
It ain't no motherfucking haul out
My whole crew rocking gold and Rolexes
We talkin' where all the big money at
Everybody rockin' gold
Defend my whole crew like we're blood brothers
Cause it takes me a while to wanna trust others
I've been lied to and lead on by five fuckers
Try me
I
know you should have left a long time ago
Protected by the night two cities lay
Two hearts, two lives connected by our sight
World's away, two
ole chop, 2's that'll kill 50 niggas
Didja do it? Thought it was cool?
But cha still in it, nigga
Your so ugly with your boys, but I'm still pretty,
of but niggas
Always want figures but never play the cut niggas
Talk mad shit but never put up niggas
Is it cause I bust wit stuff that just shut up
in my crew neck
Bitch don't get yo crew checked
Even tho i got some nice teeth this a new set
Diamonds dancing on me so i gotta do a two step
Niggas
instead
Get you two bird brains to can it
Like you were two cans of Campbell soup
Now dammit you can just shut up or get cut up
Okay now you clam chowder
what?"
But his man is like, "Psych yo"
Take it from one extreme to the next
And my shit always bounce like D-M, to the X
I can bring it from up
a yolk
I'll cut your throat
I'll cut it short
No one ever getting near
Latifah's had it up to here
[Chorus]
Give it to 'em Queen (Yeah Yeah Yeah)
with the most step carefully around me
I bribe by the rules you know
disturb my groove and you gots to lay low
Geronimo have it in the cut
the flesh
[all three] With master four he doesn't rhyme but he can cut it up fresh
He's the DJ, he's Easylee
Give him a play, cause he cuts for the Three
it to Medina like the prophet Muhammad
Peace be upon he, and, we MC's
Speak the fortified live exhibit level degree
Word up
I wanna send a big
for different sounds to keep it hittin'
Straight up the only way we gettin' down with the sound is provacative
It's for the love and cause of that we
tospeak
Im in my bag i keep it locked up yeah thats me
They hate the way i do it so damn easly
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God damn i do thas shit so
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