Lyrics:
up the place
[why?] Cuz I see some ladies tonight that should be havin' my baby
Baby
Verse Two:
Straight up hunnie really I'm askin
Most of these
gave a f*ck
If that p*ssy mess with me
I might just shoot him in the gut
Boy I come wit that aggression
Yea they call me livin legend
Hit em wit the Mac
and extend the clips
Murder meets gangsta shit
And all my niggaz that live it from hood to hood bang to this, nigga
[Chorus #1 - Ja Rule]
The life, the life
killers and thugs
Players and pimps, ladies and gents, swift in the butt
Not givin' a fuck, that's the life I live
Trife like this, blow you up wit yo
where niggaz two-step on your face
[Chorus]
Uhh, yeah
Anywhere that my crew party the freaks all on us
And valet get the keys with peace signs
fckin a star
I'm movin official conceal a glock in my car
She wanna make that pssy wetty n pop like a tart
Parked it in tha bih n no I ain't talkin garage
Everyminute he finished like bring a new one
Got a hundred ropes and chairs don't get yah crew hung
All night a live party Bob Marley in the sky for Marc Garvey
like whoa
You poppin' that thing like a loop video
Mesmerized by the sound and the way the flutes blow
Drink in my right hand, another in my left
Crew
Yeah testing testing one two
Uhh one
Press the panic button god
We be the crew guess who the jayou
Are a double s I see we're
In
pop that coochie for a goon, ho
Bullet in you boys memory, now you act like you don't know
Eastside who I do it for, Eagle Street, right by the store
I seen it all and can't afford to fall so for all wack crews
Kid I ain't got Nothing 2 Lose
What I got to lose when my pops is gone
So many of my
of your parents side by side in I.C.U (everybody lose)
Closed casket so they can't have a proper wake
Don't interfere with family business, that's how we
one named Sue
Sue don't really do what Becky do
Becky sexual with the crew (gang)
2000 at HollyGrove
This the year of the Mula
I put that on Mula
[Jay]
One two, one two, and I say
I go by the name of Jam Master Jay
And the Hollis Crew, we here to stay believe that
[D.M.C.]
Hey, as we let
want
Live it up, party hard, pop drugs
Take a walk around on the moon lit town
I'm burning it by the pound
We waving goodbye to haters who tried to bring
back and pull strings
Yeah yeah
Used to have that fuckin' title by name
Yeah yeah now that's nothin' but some
Fire to my flame, Yeah yeah
You ain't
the streets will catch you slipping, rock ya steady
Watch your back with your homies that you feel is real
Your homeboys from your crew, yeah them the ones
man
Smoking by the ounce
I really wanna bounce
Leave to Panama and you can figure work it out
You wanna switch it up
Run the payroll
You wanna live it
the lobby floor
I sign by the X, and get them O's
Tha-that's a kiss
People that just don't give a fuck
Tha-tha-tha-that's my niche, woo
My niggas rolling
daylight
Niggas way off in the game but don't play right
Motherfuckers wanna really check the temperature
Pop pop get rocked two shot deranger
4 5 all day
Babies
Coming in the beach with two ladies
Don't be fucking with us cause' our crew crazy
I'm telling y'all that we go move baby,
You go lose baby
We
try us, you get beat down
The 40 Ounce Crew and Afros is in charge
We N.F.L., that's Niggaz Fuckin large
And we drive big cars
Our entourage, is
the volume up a notch
An' watch the da bump, da bump, make your speakers pop
Check, I walk around the street with the black tech nine
By the waistline,
JA, right up to T-Dot
Pon a level, money, yeah, we only know that
And I don't like when she ah run out
Cah we love live sekkle (she's dirty)
Money
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