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live crew
Celebrate while I pour my brew
Achieved this birds eye view
The whole thing right on cue
I guess the rap game got me pre approved

Overnight

Scarface

My Homies

1998

and the snipers?
Man I'm talking about us and every motherfucking body, man
Ah but you know we too tight up in Chicago
We got love worldwide baby don't stop,

La-Di-Da-Di

Slick Rick

The Art of Storytelling

1999

trouble, we don't bother nobody
We're just some men that's on the mic
And when we rock upon the mic
We rock the mic (right!)
For all of y'all, keepin'

that money maker
Poking out that bubble
Flintstone Barney Wilma Betty
No rubble
Whisper in ya ear
And I'll keep it Real subtle
2000s baby yea I swear
I

this money no tax let's go to the villa and sex
You gets all the respect
Doing the best that we do
We don't need no crew
Baby it's just me and you
In

And baby you my fav never ever thought 
About the fucking bitches inna background 
And you gone try to pull the facts out
I Pull up with some chicken

tripping about yo words Anything halo say go
I'm in field just like sum cleats neva played bout pesos
Rock a by my baby now he sleep dead up in that coffin

cause you seem so cold
Little do I know you may have been a clone
Bound to repeat history
Won't never change
Reincarnated with ya baby brain
They mark you

Pennsylvania, Boston, Buffalo, Delaware, Oakland, Little Rock, c'mon!

[Verse 2]
You see it's hectic, respect it
Blow up your deck until my cassette is ejected

I’m the feeling that's a mystery baby

So you wanna know the code I live by, well
You just gotta justify to yourself
And once you’re fucking satisfied

the  funkalistic  rapper choke an instant 

Got mixed wit  Malibu rums and Mistic 

I'm a whole lot on it  yea just a smidget 

Just 'cause I live by the beach

I’m in my bag Do  tha dash 4 the cash bbt
Just give me top baby
While i mash on the gas baby
MyPockets fatt cuhz he chasin a checc
Got the paint so

get it
Very committed
And I don't get it
Now you wanna come around and be my baby
I don't think that's in my plans now way
Ya!
What do you want?
Pull up

The pen, the sword, in accord
I got a taste for both
Original blows are critical
Rarely play the tropes
I live my life by the way
The one that I

Salute

Tech N9ne

Dominion [Deluxe]

2017

I don't give a fuck who it is
Anybody can get (anybody, absolutely)
Ya already know what it is
So don't ask

You wake up to find no cereal

boys keep sleeping they gon' always press snooze
Ya'll just sheep in the crew
I got something to prove
Since my teacher said I'd fail cause I was

firm in your faith
Time to do what He told ya
Hold up the 66 books stuck in the radio
Always trying to hit me with hooks, nope
Feeling my crew? Hallelu

Nothin' Move But the Money

Mic Geronimo

Dragon Style

1999

Boys mic on the play 

frontin' on my crew nigga crime don't pay 

we're back in ya face kickin' dirt all day 

Virgin niggas can't rhyme, don't try

ya esta frio
In the cut wit all my steppas
I got 2 money to count
Omg what's the amount?
What's the amount?
What's amount?
I got like 20 thousand in my

up on ya bitch, any block, milly rock
Shit get lit, my gun go pop
Im with the shits, one shot, two shots
Drive by quick, can't catch me cops

Pull up

done heard of wayz

I see one, two, Niggaz actin live
3 seconds past before I blast with my 4-5
6 shots, 7 cops, just to take 8ball
9 witnesses

Written by Dana Farmer Jr.
Produced by  by Benz Muzik
Mixed by Dean Glenn / We Working Productions

Uh, Yea,
Yessir

Chorus:
You know I got that

of been ran it up but you ran off
Now you wanna come around me with ya hands out 

By the boop by the bang blowh 
Blood stains all on the carpet like I'm

when you was on your back,
And those who gave you doubt on your first rap
[Chali 2na]
This is for people, who don't know, about my crew,
We'll snore