Lyrics:
and my mercenaries, middle of south sudan
Carryin' babies bodies, long as I got two hands
Long as I got two feet, millions and my crew deep
We purge for
Luther on the balkany
What if the shooter what if
Malcolm on his side?
Kill 2 birds with 1 stone, both would've died
Now let's rewind
Imagine can you
Look, I feel blessed
Way up I feel blessed, way up I feel blessed
Straight up, look
I live the life I deserve, blessed
Fuck a vacay I feel
anytime we pass through,
(Telephone ring) Hello Poochie Lu,
It come in like mi slam two a di gal dem inna yuh crew,
And by the week fi done mi affi
life away, that's a big price to pay
He could've been teachin' his kid how to ride his bike today, stupid
A new rapper by the name of Big Punisher
play pro
Ringside seats we all in the same row
Like a crew of bitches pull up and dodge the ragos
And how we dazzle these bitches with how we change
Tell Lil Mama to Move Something like 2 Live Crew I got that Jamie Fox Swag I make it Do What It Do a Hell Raiser in Hell Cat and I wear all blue got
We be the crew that presents to the wicked instrumental
Damaging your mental from here to Sacramento
This here groove was made for vintage
a rap or two
You got to give to live, than lay up with me
Can't go to streets, lay up with me
Cause I'm a fuck all night, til I turn you out
If
on the mirror for me
That's why I pick and choose, I don't get shit confused
I got a small circle, I'm not with different crews
We walk the same path, but got
bodies are fished out
I'm wrecking niggas one-by-one but then I miscount
Mispronounced, how do LL bounce
And get ya shit bust? I turn ya fagots into
[Chorus]
The struggle lives hard times, we do or die
My whole crews fly hands high to the sky
So maintain son elevate try to build
But now you're
turn him into a king
I was looking at her in the limelight, pearly whites
Said her man get paper but he don't live right
All these emotions flowing
I wave a Mobb Deep flag, you hear the sound as it slaps when
heavy load my military hold ammunition
Far from animation, it's real live, you think not
goodbye
Time to spread my wings
And high up in the sky
I can fly, I fly, I fly, so high
[Verse 2]
Welcome to my life I think its time I take it back
I got
spot
Subs on the bottom, tweeters up top
Yo, you know where little John lives on the corner
The extension cord'll run perfectly to his crib
And then
sir, yes sir
Oh, we gonna take it back like thieves and foes
Nasty as I want to be
That makes me too live for your crew
Ho get down get low
I'm
out, or in this case the dough
Roll with the blow till considered a hoe
Babies are born and pawned off to grandmama
The bitch ain't done, she still lives
houses with the chandelier
Me and my crew, mad cans of beer
It's copin', live vibe, still eyes open, it's clear
Presidential suites at The Tangier
out if you want to, homie
But I'm a stay short but funky
Verse 2:
Don't stop, just call it verse two
It's Short Dog baby from the Dangerous Crew
Was that a blue canary
Behind your hands cuffed over the two by two
A little friendly fire
He's just a boy who had your back, covering you
If
I'm sittin' here perfectly still cuz I've got no place to go
Be about two months until we light up the show
Follow me now I sing of spring it's
my Crew is 2 Live
I ascend like Christ and watch you die
Breakers (HERE!) MC's (HERE!)
Writers (HERE!) Beat-boxers (HERE!)
DJ's (HERE!) Hip-Hop
Knives in our hands to the sound of the click
And now we're ready, we hit the swoove
Windows ease down we spray their crews
Eight fools dead, a baby too
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