Lyrics:
know your whole crew soft as baby shit
One time for my GT got it washed up
Two from the line get ya' Chris Boshed up
With this choppa in my hand
on s***
My life's like a Holiday Inn, if my girl act up
I'm gonna f*** her friend, if I'm a what...
[Chorus: x 2]
I'm a dog motherf***er, I walk
and um
(Stick a dick in my ear?) Aw shut
The fuck up bitch but anyway
We got this new K Dot record I know
You a trap where you at baby
Down Rosecrans
'87
that poo-tang
I might let my crew bang, my crew deeper than Wu-Tang
I'm rolling with, fuck I'm saying? Girl, you know my crew name
You know 2 Chainz?
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
you gonna get some dick today
I walk in with my crew and I'm breaking they necks
I'm looking all good I'm making her wet
They pay me respect they pay
to you
She had cat eyes, nine lives, no tan lines, thigh highs
She ride me like a drive by, I'm real these niggas Sci-Fi
But that's neither here nor there
whaddup to all my thug-lawn, niggaz in plush cars
Rikers Island killers with rug scars, police fuck y'all (Yeah)
Live niggaz, I love y'all for
slang I use
breakin' down mics
and destroyin' crews.
1-2-1-2 unhh............ 1-2-1-2 mic check 1-2-1-2
1-2-1-2 unhh............ 1-2-1-2 mic
frenchie , wooh an Flocka too
So if ya wanna test my crew STEP now by yo self boy You gone need HELP
Desert eagle under my BELT Mac 90 double clip or Flare
clearly, even today)
Move back to Michigan again, to live with my Grandma Nan
Always itchin' for something to do, was flippin'
Through radio stations
a few graves
I hit the club and pop a few Spades
I'm gettin' pussy like Uncle Luke in
His 2 Live Crew days
She can't suck this dick again
If she ain't
bionic, you see?
Every single day, chillin' with the D-O-Double-Gs
P-O-U-N-D, that's my clique, my crew
You fuck with us, we gots to fuck you up
I
the weakest nigga out the crew
I probably make more money off yo' album, than you
You see the respect I get every time I come through
Check your own videos,
gotta live through it
I break through with my WB crew Q Ball packs
The steel having niggas running
Like fire drills
We sending fronters on permanent
Choose your weapon -- A FATALITY
Line your crew up now -- BABALITY
In nineteen ninety-six bitch ass niggaz all in my mix
On some rah rah shit, get my
It's either live or die, boy
It's either live or die
Are you gonna be my lover?
Are we gonna be true love's suicide?
(Suicide, suicide) it's either
I live a simple life, I take a day at a time
I spend my mornings with God before I hit the grind
The subtleties of darkness never cease to amaze
the weakest nigga out the crew
I probably make more money off yo' album, than you
You see the respect I get every time I come through
Check your own videos,
and squeeze
Critics expecting me to underachieve
I just deal with the hate I receive
By rolling back my sleeves
Sure was a breeze, I bring him right to his
[Chorus]
[Cam'Ron]
I'm from 101, west to Hunt 40th, this shit is live
Fifth-floor, 56, you know the zip, district five
You're on 22nd, you from two
the ice on my neck
They wanna throw a bag on a
Price on my head, got a price on my head
Night when I rest, with a knife by my bed
I'm so paranoid,
Live by the gun die by the same shit you bust
Fly bitches with waves from DC to Cali
Rally and tally up my dough
For the grand finale
Grapevines
to stay
My crew I'm believing so fuck it anyway
I got my mob from the Rule, that live by the cruel
And my crew from Courtland Ave. always say they'll set
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