Lyrics:
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
a girl in the bar
Walked up beside him
And this is what she said
She said, a woman came by
With a letter for you
And this is what the letter said
Luther on the balkany
What if the shooter what if
Malcolm on his side?
Kill 2 birds with 1 stone, both would've died
Now let's rewind
Imagine can you
myself, my whole crew lit
Next year Chanel, I put her in that new print
It is what it is, I can't make no excuses (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I hit the whole
You kidding me or what man?
There's a bunch of Colombians coming in Friday, new guys
They said they got two keys for us, openers
Pure cocaine, you
death do you fuckin' part
Do you understand to live, to lie by him
Is to share your soul, Lord knows, you gone die by him
I know you heard gun stories
that way
Gats spray these shorties is killers
The older G's taught us well, what's wild now is that they're smaller
And they look at me like I'm
bars of death, here comes a bad Mother F
Don't say another (shh) don't take another
Mic check one, One, checky two
What's this? The old switcharoo, huh!
bill about two G's flat
No need to worry, my accountant handles that
And my whole crew is loungin'
Celebratin' every day, no more public housin'
and "What the fuck is this?"
I think this Mary is laced, my heart is beating at paces that Pacquiao can relate
I'm Fucking faded like gradient
Shit I'm
tonight?)
(Who got shot tonight?)
Wearing overalls and for once and for all
What is the dream?
I'll tell it
To live like they do in the movies?
San Juan, you
they dudes
I'm sick wit the flow and this is all I know
More money, more cash, more hoes
Biatch
[Chorus: 2x]
More money, more cash, more hoes
Started from the bottom now we here
Started from the bottom now the whole fucking crew is here
Started from the bottom now we here
Started from
I saved your number under the stool pigeon
This is the remix to Ignition
Start it up, start it up
Get it in, seatbelt, rev it up, tell a friend
We
for me
I'll write what my Day 2 will be
My second day that I must live on my own
This is the real beginning of a world of my own
with a thug, baby this is what it feel like
You livin' what I'm spittin' baby, real life
Lay it down hard, real hard like a steel pipe
And I swear
is thankful for his daughter
While we all in the backseat of my Impala
Hut one, hut two, hike, hike, hike
They don't know about the scratches on my
chillin' in my house in Rohb beach
Now it's time to catch a plane to N-why-see
This is the remix to Up Jumps Da Boogie
Boogie, woogie, woogie
Oogie,
One, two, one, two
Brixton live in the flesh
(?)
Tell a man be prepared, or be fed
(?)
And the road becomes my bride
I have stripped of all
it, a nigga gotta do what he meant to
My crew got my back, fuck the world is my mental
We put together five soldiers
The bitch called, my blood curdled
shit's phenomenal, droppin' like domino
Comin' with the real yo and fuck what you feel yo
This is not for all the freaks in short skirts
This is for my
Traveled all around and once they'd seen us
Said let's head for space
We were better off on Mars and Venus
Goodness what a place to live in
Two
Say, Rih-Rih, let's take this shit to the street one-time, you know? (It's the remix)
Throwin' hundreds like loose change, still got my money (ayy)
sure to see again
[Mary J. Blige]
What you hear is not a test, im rockin to the beat [x2]
See me and my crew, and my friends were gonna try to move our
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