Lyrics:
Yeah, we goin' send this one out
To everybody that put mo' into they cars than they do they relationship
Let's ride
Two miles an hour, so everybody
to get some cheap shit
I'm out the parkin lot, sideways on two wheels
Vision is double, trouble to me is bein real
Listen to my big block bill cause
if you want to, homie
But I'm a stay short but funky
Don't stop, just call it verse two
It's Short Dog baby from the Dangerous Crew
Not your
you want to, homie
But I'm a stay short but funky
Don't stop, just call it verse two
It's Short Dog baby from the Dangerous Crew
Not your average
of the crew you know the bond is strong
And you know who's who, so let me not prolong
For this was a night to remember
I had on the beige Tims with the two
treat us like opps to leave us dead in a box
Nobody love us but the hopeless, so we misunderstood
They feel like black lives don't matter, we just
shawty just defacing
Everything you stood for
Heart attack like I be Kira
Turn your crew to a two seater
Take an L and wear a wife beater
You drunk as fuck
wagon
Step out, jeans sagging, crew laughing
Getting blazed by the fiend for ten bones a piece
Nothing but the dog in me needing to be released
This
to smoke so much weed
It's a need
I gotta have bud in my system black
Laid back
With a ack
And a sac of indo in my Cadillac
So bill
Leather chill
piss poor
So it's check to check; pay the loan or eat bologn'
Or forego it for the drive thrus, movies, and songs
I make the choice about every two weeks
To the graveyard"
It's the number one crew in the area!
"Known for sendin' garbage MC's
To the graveyard"
Yo, I got a death wish
That's why I talk so much fuckin'
H&M
Really?....Really?....ain't no love in Mc
There really ain't
I'm too real, h&m got my closet filled
I'm too real, I ain't balling I got bills
Seven for fifty or Two for Fifteen (I got it)
I'm so keen co-signed by the dean
Knocking competition out the box I'm so mean (Don't be mean)
Fuck you
mad, me and the crew they sad
We live by code who is you Look like a hatin ass nigga boy you spooked
We making moves got you shook oh boy they mad
We
one
I rhyme about what I want to, microphone 1-2
You're doin' like lesser than a bomb do
T-H-E M-C O-F R-A-P T-O L-double O-K
A-T I-N T-H
My niggas come from hunger pains
Now we all rocking two or three chains
Versace everything
Spilling our drinks, pulling out minks
Live a life
I'm 2 upset they can't get by me nah
Jeez, y'all up next and I ain't lined up yet just
Wait a sec and
Watch me flex
All, on my ex,
I'm the main event
Flip two aces and get two face cards
It happens, chip stackin'
I turn around, see a bunch of chicks clappin'
But a girl walked by, caught my eye
So I
and working to pay bills
The two worst feelings in the world
Are having a job and not having a job
Don't live my life, I just survive
My only Joy is when I
H-Town, you can find me, twenty twos on the Caddy
So what's the deal, my whole clique be keeping it real
We blowing that kill, and you know we packin' that
the crew
Now in the hood there were a few who did appreciate the saga
But didn't have the ends to fund this armada
So now we were the two with no H2
And open
J-Ro from tthe Likwit Crew
Hurricane G:
So what nigga is it you want to do
J-Ro:
My flow is metaphorical
Historicly correct
What do you
'Bout to do the damn thing you know
1, 2, it's live
I'm about to take these boys back to the dirty
Back to the mud
Some of these old country ass
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
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