Lyrics:
goin' crazy
Catch you by tonight, it's alright, it's alright
Back with my Uncle Snoop
Like it's 2 Live Crew way back with my Uncle Luke
I get MIA
of beginnings
To my many lives’ timeshare
Dimes and term-limit crews
I leave for each of you
The bookkeeping that thieves do
At three in the morning
Beneath
the bailout, bitch
Trap house built brick by brick, paid dues on dues
FF good, you know I'm reppin' crew on crews
Stack bills on bills 'til my backyards got
putting out hit's
Tryin' to shoot me
But I'm out in LA on the low livin' Gucci
And lavish
They tryin' to take they money back
It's two to they cabbage
Repeat 2x
Now put one hand in the air if ya keep the chinky out effect
I live to party all night
And love to have sex
Got a main squeeze in
thirty-eight in his waist
But when you live by the gun you die by the same fate
End up, dead before thirty-eight and umm
That's the life of us raised by
emcees, I send em to the Pet Cemetery
Your whole crew turns chicken when they finish
watching you die, so please stand by as I fry
You kinda sour so I
voices in my head)
(Two minutes left) Bunch of fucking roaches, man
Jeter, married to the game without a pre-nump
And she don't act up, if I don't eat
make sure you're pushin' harder to it
The game was changed when the bullshit was brought here
Our sets are fallin' now they live in love
We got five
all the time. For one moment of hyper-awareness I could read its mixtures and vintages, the histories and provenance of each particle of dust in
weight in the cooter, ten plates to soup ya
One twos we oughta cruise right by the state troopers
When I'm drinkin' Cristal, start thinkin' 'bout Al
the bullets out of 2Pac's ribs (take 'em out)
If I could I would reverse the car, reverse the beef
Put it all in a pot and boil it on a D. Dot beat (hit me
[Verse 2: Trick Daddy]
Dearly beloved, we're gathered here today
To marry this young nigga in his own special thug way
Do you promise to love and respect
A yes yes y'all
It's too fresh y'all
A little b-boy blue
You know it's too beucou
I've been from New York to Cali
Spent two days in the valley
my only friend
Is the city I live in is beautiful Brooklyn
Long as I live here believe I'm on fire, hey
'Cause it's the B-the-R-the-O-the-O-K
L-y-n
Like a whirl wind gust
And the dust we kick up
We can never get enough
We a devastating crew
We can decimate your doom
If you really want us to
We can
Baby girl I got my hoodie up
You slept with the crew thought this was love
Two Years' worth of gold in the dust
My heart is so cold what the fuck
None for later who
Wanted more in a tug of war
Sniff it up and meet the lord
Skin is kissed by blades of blood
Roll a spliff and make it dust
Two puffs
submit to any other emcee
Be a duel to the death either him or me
And as I verbalise to my DJ's cut
If we kill a wack crew or two so what
We just rock
be little in a day or two
After words I'm slay a crew, now that's some pimp type shit
That be Low and AK'll do, wearing gray and blue
If a hoe want
And Montana, I kill 'em with the grammar
I enhanced in the slammer after bangin' them hammers
X what up? (Aight)
If you don't live that, you shouldn't say
Triple the profit till I'm drinking French
And skirting in a German machine
Opps in the dust
I leave em dirty
Nsale Kahle
Arrivederci
I'm gone
Arrivederci
the dust, a devil in the dust
Verse 2:
Tell me you're not all alone
Tell me your sacrifice is known
Tell me you live a happy life
Are your wife and kids
In the corner of the barroom
Lives the ghost of Langston Hughes
He's takin' notes and smokin' cigarettes
Sippin' slowly on his booze
Got them goin'
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