Lyrics:
A bunch of blokes that I
Cannot live without
Without mates there's no point
So crack that beer and pass the joint
The fridge door's left ajar
And all my
did it and got bagged with two ounces
I live a world where squads hit the block hard
Ask my man Twin when he got bagged, that fucked me up, God
But
it's a tumor
They ain't even tryna' buy that we cryin' goobye
We got dying to do, dude, the design's ruthless
One-two, one-two
I done read books by
nitro is like my crew into a crowd
I'ma take a minute or maybe I'll take two
To introduce the Too Damn type posse to you
I'ma start the introductions
on the run
I live my life by the setting sun, got one more smoke and a broken lung
Just got a deal and I'm feeling great, here's the E-I-G-H-T 0h-eight.
I
since I was 5'8
5'6 to 5'2 the 40 divide you
According to Sky Blue
Now he repping that Piru shorty is Pi too
He don't want it with my crew
You ain't' got
then it's suicide yeah
16 bad woop and they all by the poolside
I like the way I'm feeling now
No come use your Reggae spoil my blues and rhythm now
right, get it right, spit it right
[DMX]
Moves is made, niggas is paid, that's just how it is
When my time is up, I'm a be out, but I'm a try to live
whip
You catch quick those who catch it most don't last it down on Doogan
They rollin' two deep, so they ain't too sleep and crews creep but they
to a theater near you
To the U-A-C crew, nuff respect due
Do I do, where I do, when I do
I do do do, yo I do it on the ease
[Verse 2]
I be kickin' it with
of the question, stop the guessin
it's hot, flows provin I pack cause my dough's movin
My whole crew up in this muh'fucker
We spray corners, stand there like you got
known for robbing trains and things
Laying everybody down for diamond rings and chains
It remains the same in the year you live in, see (why?)
'Cause
there's a Heaven, you would think they'd let ya speak to your son
Maybe she has in the form of a baby's laugh
I heard passin' by in a stroller remindin'
foul
From the tip of my head to the crack of my ass
She got busy so I called to the crew
You bitches know what to do
Hoes try to front like they
South Bronx, New York
(evil laughter)
[Chorus: x3]
Is it live, live, live, live, live
(evil laughter)
[Verse one:]
I heard your CD is wack
the impression
Everything I drop, out of the question, stop the guessin'
It's hot, flows provin' I pack 'cause my dough's movin'
My whole crew up in this
the third world
Decipher my deceiver, make him a believer
Spittin' Gem Stars words in my mic type receiver
Bond is my life, so I live by my word
Never
I saw it coming, I was aware from earlier
This crew's watching me, they all envy
It's cool, keep watching me i will burn ya
I'm just tryna live but
by the beat
Like you live check-to-check
If it don't move your feet
Then, I don't eat, so we like neck-to-neck
Yes, we done come a long
Way like them
at the best, still only second or less
And even he said he don't want it with me, figure the rest
Bigger distress, whole crew avoidin the rest
You know
lid
'Cause, when I was the age of one
My father gave me my very first gun
When I was the age of two
I was pullin' out records with the SD Crew
Rastamouse and Scratchy and Zoomer
Also known as the Easy Crew
Crime fighters they're very special agents
Playin' reggae when mi work is through
it happen, ain't no need for no luck
Ain't no lotteries, no pick 3's or pick 2's
Keep the money in your family, gamble amongst your crew
'Cause
the kitchen, shorty suck me dry
2 a.m. flights, elite jet, furry Louis seats
Alkaline bottles of Don, the whole crew eat
Flex ice water stones as long
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