Lyrics:
built two graves
I wasn't stupid, I was ruthless
Check the bazooka crew, they bookoos
Broke the glass slammin' my rings down
That's doofus, don't mess up,
there's a Random, better run while we can
Oh wait, never mind, he's the guy from Mega Ran
Gotta rally the troops, it's no time for forfeit
The party moves
gotta live through it
I break through with my WB crew Q Ball packs
The steel having niggas running
Like fire drills
We sending fronters on permanent
I had a partner named Courtney
Dead, pulled by a van, blood gone from his head
I had another partner named Terry
Dead, he tried to flee the scene
open your eyes
Baby girl from Illadel hear to enhance your lives
Doubted my skills, bet you mad now, shoulda snatched me up
I'm in L.A. now with Dre
I had the mind that was designed for crime
Now I'm two seconds away from the big time
In the fast lane your life goes fast
It's time to take
I didn't do, I'm still thuggin with the crew
Because once you snitch then you threw but if you hustle then you true
Would you live for this shit?
badgering emcees with my dialect
When I inject memory cell motors retrospect
To recollect; too genuine skills I resurrect
Directed live from the 2-1-2
And if our lives ever cross paths in another life
I guess that means i survived being tossed aside
It took 2 days to fall for you
2 years to get over you
2
up]
Give it up we want to live it up [give it up]
Give it up for the most slept on since pepto bis when
time warner let go prince
Ridin by betta get yo
get cheese and smoke green with my guys
I'm on a green diet, I don't want no french fries
I just wanna get by, I just wanna get high
I just wanna
5|Cribs, Out in the woods, nobody knows where I|Live, Got a beautiful wife and two kids, But I'm|Married to Hip Hop and that's how it is...||I'm the illest
still takin' rappin' for a joke
A passing hope or a phase with a rope
Sometimes I choke and try to believe
When I get challenged by a million MCs
I
Frosted steel hanging on my neck
Check my checks, you know I'm back
I just took the flight to Dubai with my crew by my side
Got a girl on my thighs for
grill,
But still, I can't do this alone,
My crew's line, so I slip two dimes into the pay phone. . .
OPIO:
I'll stay home, get some rest, call my girl
to see
They tryna murk niggaz, but it's better him than me
They say ya live by the gun
Ya die by the gun
I'll be dumb not to be strapped when I ride
been infested by Bloods, lustin' for colors of red
More black lives done shed through
Yet the blood travelin' through veins remain blue
Boned out
I put that on Gabana every rhyme I done spitted
One two, one two, your whole crew I dismantle
Rock fly gear and stay clear of sex scandals
With
It's 2-0-0-4, (For sure)
And these motherfuckers still ain't got a release date for the Mo-P
Niggas got me pissed off, chest all swoll
Like
Live by the gun die by the same shit you bust
Fly bitches with waves from DC to Cali
Rally and tally up my dough
For the grand finale
Grapevines
y'all
My crew'll break each shoulder
I'm that nigga they talk about on street soldiers
Cause my street soldiers are heat holders and weed rollers
We keep
these niggas
How I feel to be a black
Man, you say something wrong
Nobody understand
Money, power, black, opinion, pick two
They would kill ya
No matter
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
Frustrated five on twos
No breaks for mad crews
Now who the fuck is you
Sick a you
Community hoesis
Who posin' as Moses
In street clothist
Who be
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