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And later we got moves but for now we getting high
Dank with the pack so you know we getting by
Crew stuntin
Star studded
Fuck with us cuz we gon
taking mines like D-Bo (D-Bo)
Unemployment took a toll
Then my car got repo (Uh)
Even though I'm going through (Going through)
I'm standing on my own two
suite tho
Oh she got her stripes and street codes
Book-smart and hit free throws one of two I need both
Seasons come and go I stay cold understand you
friends down
Until ya family up"
If I bring the fish by they cookin'
It's a fish fry
My friends make the fish fly but
They ain't playin' Candy Crush
I don't
[2Pac/Makaveli Speaking]
Yo 'Law!
Is it cool if a nigga just get fucked up for this one?
(Sample from "Survival of the Fittest" by Mobb Deep)
I'm
do my thing
Like the motherfucking dog and the gun gun bang
I be the D-R-A-G dash got niggas foot slim
'Cause bullets make your feet fast
We
then I'm snatchin' her purse
Port city baddie, i just wanna fuck
City too crazy, so I keep it tucked
Live by the gun, die by the gun
Talk on my bro's
Saw my man layin' dead on the floor, kid I swore
That our crew will live forever, I guess I was wrong
No, until we meet again,hold ya head and stay
to do
If you made what I made a
Show you'd probably throw it too
What I'm supposed to do, these haters on me
They make it so bad, these bitches want me
in sync?
Out looking for the camera crews
Sell my soul for a second on the evening news
Am I in sync?
Live 'til the bubble pops
Hold my breath
One, two
Go ahead, throw a chain on, nigga
Tell them boys where you came from, nigga
Tell them boys why I stay up late
Tryna say, tryna say,
meet your fate
I'm with Carlito's Way, rollin with the real
Protected to infinity in a security shield
Chorus: (2x)
I want it all
Surrounded by techs
gotta roll fifty to the club,
Blood, who d'you think your foolin' with that fake crew love.
The streets don't cater for no long term plan,
These
down witcha
Back at the high, '84, '85
Lunch time at the break, hip-hop kid live
No jive, I see Boogie be and Commando
Valentino D, we all had plans
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
rigged
The feeling you get when you see a shark’s fin as you swim
Is what it’s like when I grab mics
And like Mike, I win
I jeopardize jester’s lives, F
all day like i used to stare at you
Now there's two timelines
And i'm in the one i don't wanna pursue
Welcome to the crew, alone again like Mac D said
brain, attack the track like we some animals
Mechanical, live wire jaw, rap cannibals
Fire force survive behind bars, like we unhurtable
Swervin`
Ford
And I ain't thugging, they clapping at me, a encore
Got a dark heart, bright mind, make women crazy
I give her D, I throw up two, I call that shit
Throw the drop, or slip an object, if not then missing
Nine shot, pop a clip in, pine box the opposition
Put him in formal dress, right hand across
Ballz part two huh?
Peep game broadcasting
Provided by mother fucking emina huh?
[Daz Dillinger] (in background)
Enema!!!
[W Ballz D
your sister, rape your sister
Make your sister take it in the face
And if you're facing us, block off a 30 block radius
I throw more blows than boxing
and Big Kap on the wheels
In two laps, I give Stella Her Groove Back
My middle name must be, "Fuck You"
'Cause every time I walk by
Niggas be like,
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