Lyrics:
This is self defense. x2
This ain't no threat man, ???
This is self defense
Ain't no tough guy talk,
we're just doing what we have to
[Verse 1 -
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
[Mad Skillz]
Rappers came with their styles and I left with their heads
Their crews became victim of the body-snatchin dread
The world is now mine,
Alright, before we get it started
Before we did 'Smoke two joints', that was Jack from the Toys
And that song 'Rivers Of Babylon'
Was written by
Just like George Jones and one of his gold plated chrome tin microphones
Well the only time that I ever got booed is when I busted a rap by the 2 Live
after bitch, city after city
And I still treat'em shitty
Tell it to ya face yo, no lie
Everyday I live my life like the world 'bout to die
(Shaggy 2
bakin' soda, this home improvement
She bring the .9 by two
I fuck on that ho and came back on her (go)
It look like she went got a new BBL
Oh, now
it's time to get ghost
If you want to stay you get beat by a pig
Fuck that shit 'cause were I live
My boys got my neck and I got theirs
'cause I'm true
[Verse 1]
One for the devil two for my God
Father please forgive me while I rock this broad!
(Tormented)
I've been lovin coochie since it was
it's alright
Back with my Uncle Snoop
Like it's 2 Live Crew way back with my Uncle Luke
I get MIA with your bae, chuck up the deuce
Feelin' like I
sober
But um, as of right now 8102
Gonna rendezvous at the space bar with the whole crew
1DJ 1MC spitting invincible, incredible syllables
Coalesce over
I changed
I can only worry and think about how time changed
I can only go and live life by my wild ways
Woah, my crew laughing to bank as always
Yeah
and crushed linen
Praise your name, I know some of them hate their due
Judgment day, don't they know they can't escape your crew
I'm just trying to live
hurt 'em up, move out, blow the spot
Round two, rounds flew (*shots*) in the parkin' lot
Niggas rallied up to see who got shot
Wait down G, my whole crew
about trapping with
Them hundred-round drummers, boy?
Counting bread and killing instrumentals
Made by Drumma Boy (Paper Route Empire)
I'm doing too much
Tell me you feeling it
I wanna hear what you would do
The things that I should do
When I go to make moves
You watching like news crews
Come give me
North Shore, getting tatted by Tai
Turtle Bay at the beach enjoying climatical vibes
RAW extendo papers that look like a javelin fly
Two indicas so they
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
it nigga, for real
[Hook] X 2
[Snoop Dogg]
They live on the streets, and they hustle for fame
Some claim twenty crip but most
buy, won't stand by
And let a nigga do his dues
Fuck these hoes, get this bread, rep the crew, the
[Chorus - repeat 2x]
R - realest niggas puttin it
it ruthless smoothest
Don't know who's next
Rather I'd live than I don't
So baby two step through this
Come by sooth this
Coming like Jennifer Lo
We
I don't even think I can get high no more I be off too much, be off too much drugs
I don't even think I can get by no more So just fill my cup, just
had
True, I've got more fans than the average man, but not enough loot to last me
To the end of the week, I live by the beat, like you live
hate money
(Evidence)
Yo, if you live day to day then you proabably live life
More than a cat who got a Benz, bank roll and a wife
'Cause yo, I seen
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