Lyrics:
'Cause y'all niggas always into somethin'
I got my new box crew we roll out on a Sunday
Not knowin' if we gonna live 'til Monday
Lookin' for bud
direction
And if I phone her
She comes over
I take you closer
Take your clothes off
Fuck with one, two, three, four, five
Bitches every night
Rockstar live
a killer don't push me to do it
I'm right by the stick on metro keep it boomin
You know how I do top revenue
I'm with the gang I'm with the crew
Flip benji
on the scene
Well, it's not that we're rowdy, rude, raunchy or loud
But a match into nitro is like my crew into a crowd
I'ma take a minute or maybe I'll take two
just by the corner
So I then took off to Lagos, with fear the cops might notice it... The f***!!
Wish this s*** ain't real
I wish I was still in my
running over squirrels on route two in you're F150 New England edition. We got room for seven roast beef sandwiches on the dashboard. We filled the glove
Still not true still not giving a fuck
What you think
We live for b f h c!
Amends can't be made
We won't march on your parade
All we need is b f h c!
me
To the end of the week, I live by the beat, like you live check-to-check
If you don't move your feet then I don't eat, so we like neck-to-neck
of the week, I live by the beat
Like you live check-to-check
If you don't move your feet then I don't eat
So we like neck-to-neck
Yes, we done come a long
me
To the end of the week, I live by the beat, like you live check-to-check
If you don't move your feet then I don't eat, so we like neck-to-neck
[2Pac] Live in this muthafucker, Thug Pound Biotch
Kurupt, Daz, Makaveli, Idi, Kastro, Hussein
You know bitch the whole muthafuckin' clique.
We
love is the law that we live by
Day by day I wonder why my shorty had to die
I reminice over my ghetto princess everyday
Give it up for my shorty
dice than casinos
Back when Wu-Gambinos were called F.O.i. MC's
All and together now crew B.C.c.
Rec Posse, G.P., D.M.d.
Ol Dirty stalked East New
pienk by die see, Boys High war cries and friends who live on beer
Skree vir Sundowns, the sky's the limit, 80 vir Engels in matriek, flippin legitimate
and plenty more
Like a twister
The judge must of got bought off
He goes and gives her
The kids, the car, the house
She's gonna live there
The bed where we
kicking yeah my street's live
We got it blocked off, band playing soul on the stage
The bassline it hit, sounding so lit
Promise they see us way out there
it almost took his whole face off
We got to take position ready for faceoff
With blitz like Dallas ain't no Superbowl faceoff
We form like
[2Pac] Live in this muthafucker, Thug Pound Biotch
Kurupt, Daz, Makaveli, Idi, Kastro, Hussein
You know bitch the whole muthafuckin' clique.
We
sticking niggas like crazy glue
Blackouts happened, God forbid don't be around
The Bag Lady will murk you and let off in the next town
She struck two
GS's, sendin' messages
Two and two makes four, Cristal's crazily pour
Gun wars, my crew feel 'em like swords
With the green leathers, hundred pound
GS's, sendin' messages
Two and two makes four, Cristal's crazily pour
Gun wars, my crew feel 'em like swords
With the green leathers, hundred pound
Ain't no way around it
If you can look at a crew and you know
Who the boss is without
Looking, then you got
You got the wrong boss
You got the wrong
"This Is My Party"
[Intro: Fabolous]
Hey-hey-hey yo [Repeat: x3]
F-A-be
Hey-hey-hey yo [Repeat: x2]
F-A-be
Hey-hey-hey yo [Repeat: x2
percent)
Free car shit,
We gon’ hit out the whip.
Weezy F. walkin’ down, nigga,
Don’t get flipped.
Chanaynay the mask,
When I go on a lick,
Two tone 30s
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