Lyrics:
Sitting in the Front Rowe with my crew
Can you wrap your head around the amount that we grew
Go back ten years or even only two
I been cheated on, beaten
snooze
Don't try to play with me, boy, cause you know I'm the truth
Im really live in the booth
You know I speak this shit, yeah, I go hard like Times two
think about what you looking for
(Two, three) for
(Two, three) for
(You'll see)
Yo, me and MJ go back to the eighties (word?)
She used to roll with
soldiers, I thought I told ya
Let's get ready to rumble, them niggas stumble
Hit em with left blows
Fuck it got death blows
Ready to got to war? Let's go!
We
ain’t stopping
We gone keep it going
Let me see ya
1 2 3
I’m bringing the crew with me
Snapping for the camera
They never know
What to do
to please, yeah
Hoes ain't curving me
All talk with dirty V's, yeah
Don't jump
Cause I got the crew with me, yeah
Cold as two degrees
And I got a third in me,
Yeah, this Andy Kapps
And this is the crew cab
Hey, we all deserve to be happy
I was so selfish but I learned
It ain't always about me
I guess I just
the remix
I go by the name of Sacario
[Fat Joe] Yeah!
[Sacario] Angela, Joey Crack
[Fat Joe] Pick the music up man
[Angie M] Let's do it
[Sacario] We 'gon
to rip it down
Something live!
One the ones and two's!
This what we gon do!"
A smooth playa from the Himalaya
Like Rome-e Rome
(Move your feet)
But I
seen all o' y'all comin' in the strip club,
lookin' at all this pussy, me and the boys, me and 2 Live Crew,
Brother Marquis, Mr.Mixx, uhh, Fresh -
FaceTime unless it's coming from Ify
I was stallin to get it but now We on it for real
I get it how i live it - like the song with Pharrell
You don't see
don't ask no questions
Cause when you with my crew it ain't no need for stressing
We can lay low call a couple of your girls
Cuties looking like Shirley
Hah, everybody knows I'm live (Candela)
Everybody knows I'm fire (Candela)
Go ahead and slip I'll slide
All up in your B-O-D-Y
Babe, don't
ya hair turn gray
Let me tell you about life and 'bout the way it is
See we live by the gun so we die by the blood of kids
[Tupac]
They tell
What we have and what we do are two different things
This is your choice, I ain't saying nothing, you got to pay
This is your fault, you made a poor
you
Better kill that white boy"
And I don't know what race you are
You straight trash
We ain't in the same weight class
Plus you look like you wearin'
And if somebody say "thug" then you say so
'Cause there's hell below and
You ain't trynna go
So get ready for the throw down
Heads catch wreck and bums get
Tell me how it feels to be in our crew
Know you wanna do the things that we do
Take a couple pics and post em on the gram
I ain't tryna stunt but
without trusting
Yea too much hate when ya crew hot, too much love get you 2Pac'd
Too much bread over here get you stalked by the feds
The IRS and a few
Motherfucker, still ballin'
Niggas wonder why
You could bring your crew, but we remain true
Motherfucker, still ballin'
Now everybody wanna see us dead
Two
all he`s used to
Playtex rubber dishwashing gloves and residue, Biotch!!!!
(Hook)
[Kaveo]
Bullshit ain`t nothin
You see we gone keep this thuggin
1979 I been a hustler on the go
You know the drill, my mission for real, a mealticket
You feel, we slowly but surely approachin seven digits
You ain't living how I live sucka
That's why I flex on niggas
They never did love us
I'm putting checks on niggas
Even my kid's mother
And you ain't
thug musik
All that's loose leaf my big game
Scrow foul lives snake eyes
Ready with steel at any given time
I'm a kill stone hearted nigga
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