Lyrics:
While these imposters give you a bowl of superstition
It's GOD over Money honey, the New Edition,
I make my peace by bathing beneath the crucifixion
the ice on my neck
They wanna throw a bag on a
Price on my head, got a price on my head
Night when I rest, with a knife by my bed
I'm so paranoid,
If Pirus and Crips all got along
They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song
Seem like the whole city go against me
Every time I'm in
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
got my name on em
And the nigga still livin'
Spend a condo in the club
One bottle won't do
Two bottles won't do, bottles
For the whole crew, thanks
two's still a goddamn number
Thirty two
Thirty two
Thirty two
Thirty two
Thirty two
Thirty two
Thirty two
Long live the king
Long live the king
Long
Before we break you and ya lame crew
Give an inch and these chumps take two
That’s why we bust the 1, 2, 1, 2
Trust that we’ll meet up soon
You know aint
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
sound of this, something's comin'
You can picture like a photograph, envision the image
Of one-two-fifth street and Lenox
The old folks their souls
the lightskin niggas in ya crew too spooked to join in
I'ma nasty nigga and you could ask the nigga
The shotty dumping popping up outta the backseat, nigga
I'm
Short, Short
Short Dog, you so cold
You'ze a player from coast to coast
Short Dog, let 'em know
Still spitting that game and macking hoes
Short
the impression
Everything I drop, out of the question, stop the guessin'
It's hot, flows provin' I pack 'cause my dough's movin'
My whole crew up in this
of the question, stop the guessin
it's hot, flows provin I pack cause my dough's movin
My whole crew up in this muh'fucker
We spray corners, stand there like you got
in the ruins do you want to get chewed up?
shut em down one round when the crew is up
don't pop( 1 2 ) combination get a swift violation
better cut it out (Stop it)
You still live in the projects at yo' mother house (Ha-ha)
Kodak was on Ebro show and he walked out
How you gon' try to talk
the bus
chillin wit my crew when i get ta school
they got some gay ass teachers and some punk ass rules
cop me a blunt hot box in the bathroom
i stay super
How many bodies do you got in your backyard
My flow sick I got them drinking my backwash
So they can spit like me ooh you nasty
My crew so NSYNC you
catch-up
My daddy live right by the trap but I ain't gon' say I'm a trapper
Ay, Ay
I'ma tell you, no cap
I feel like she live in my lap
Her other dude fell
And I've still got it all
With your boo, 'til the end
'Til the end of the food
Ay, ay, move the ends
I wanna live forever
No scars, no good
I wanna
license for
Where they got them indictments from
I'm so clean
But I live by that Viking code
Know what I mean
Sippin' lean, liftin' up Lambo doors
She
Ballz part two huh?
Peep game broadcasting
Provided by mother fucking emina huh?
[Daz Dillinger] (in background)
Enema!!!
[W Ballz D.J.]
It's just a freaky note, from me to you
At the bottom I signed it Playboy II
I'm a player, bitch, I thought you knew
Like every other nigger in my crew
I
fuck me good in the Bacc Seats
Nasty, ooh she nasty with me
PDA don't do no justice for me
Born in '99 we still fuckin' to Anita Baker
Do it all
if you was there, then you know that we got buck
So now you know, I gotta say what's up
To Big Daddy Kane, 3rd Bass and KMD
MC Lyte, 2 Live
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