Lyrics:
fi love her
Cock her up push her and, shove her, ever deh above her
Dis who? Bwoy dis my crew
Man circle dem ends, mek Teflon nyam two
One, two
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
me over envy
They want to send me, when we use to be friendly
Think I started off on top with two platinum albums?
Naw dog, I started off from
And when I see you I'ma take what I want
So, you tried to front, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
You ain't real, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
My, first album
failed
Called you by surprise
Now the Devil in your eyes
Devil in your pie, see a coochee
Hit the broad
Stupid that you feelin' to live
In the crack
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
Droppin' jams that slammed on every radio program
And bam, got damn, look where I am
The first album, long live the kane, it sold
About umm aww fukkit it
In today's music news, the ever controversial Tupac Shakur has
Just released another album under the alias Makaveli
Music insiders are running wild
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
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
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
like we failed our youngsters, man
It's like we not giving the youngsters that game no more, man
That shit that they can live by
That shit they can,
and WB
Who 'Yes Massa' on TV
What ever happened to Wheezy? The Red Fox's?
Never got Emmy's but were real to me
Let's hear it
Two for the spooks who do
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
Ohh, After this song you gon' love me for my honesty,
Or you gon hate me for being me yeah Im sayin'
One of the two is gon' happen but all that I
music's best
I cruise for the press like
Who's gonna make an album this good?
Daddy, yes
He's the best and it's two six now
Still no one's testin', most
This is a RJ-D2, Justus League production
Brought to you by Phonte, DJ Flash
Rapper Big Pooh and
Sick fluin' you, breakin niggas
Electric Boogalo,
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
and illustrate
To sound great, 'cause it's fake
I really will make my take and break ya neck in two
If you disrespect my crew
This is what I do, not physically
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
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