Lyrics:
the wood is erect
And to the Mecca Audio crew, nuff respect
And to the one-one-two, 'nuff respect
It's time to put, the bugger umm business in check
Fire it up
High grade in my joint when I light up
Roll up by the 2 Gs
Cause I do not smoke on minor
Money Trees on my body
Cause T Dubb my designer
I
the neighborhood niggas love
Pimps, players, suckers, hoes, poor thieves, gangsters, and thugs
Two hood rats were scrappin' over who knows what
The loudmouth one
come from, still gotta pack a gun
'Case some young motherfuckers wanna play dumb
I guess I live life forever jugglin'
But I'll be hustlin' 'til
the joint
Gamma ray artist, I'll two piece your Tracy
If she want to get bent, we bring her to the tent
Touch her 'til her back indents
Wrap it extra
hardcode but never thugging,
Two by four like Hacksaw Duggin,
I cut a rug, gigging at any age,
Mix the Absolut with the minute maid,
When I party I'm
lords
Pitchforks and five stars, street soldiers for sure
Got love for Latin kings, and love for Mexico !
S.A.'s and L.K.'s joint, coast to coast
Love
or not
And then they feel some time of way he disrespectin' the block
But Paulie don't give a fuck, you disrespect him, you shot
Live by the chopper law
the joint
Gamma ray artist, I'll two piece your Tracy
If she want to get bent, we bring her to the tent
Touch her 'til her back indents
Wrap it extra
displaying a new sound
We are live on stage
Dazzling, dilated displaying a new sound
Check it out, you now rockin' with the best
Dazzling, dilated
what I feel
Revenge is what I seek
No hesitation, no turning back
I gotta do it, I have no choice
Gotta do what I
Gotta do for the crew
Down by law
What
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
Choppin' a bitch my crew hit then they slide
Know I live by the trap and the rules I abide
I won’t touch on a thot keep my girl by my side
If you
name was Anheusur Brewery
And hittin bush by the duece
Like Jesus created two of me
Haters they make me famous
So I'm deservin an Oscar
Walkin by
[Intro]
One, two, Bone is coming for you
Three, four, better lock the doors
Five, six, better load your clips
Seven, eight, we're gonna test your
spray
Slap hands with my mans by the walls we play
Now, waist chains and cami-flauge complete sag
Live pools, my squad rules
From solar to lunar, cheap
The exhale's volcanic, the inhale is seismic
So brothers just panic when the Live one arrives with
The natural ability to run through your crew
On 2
Back by popular demand
Dope pound gangsta feel
Want a real DJ, with a OGA
A bitch is a bitch, whether she poor or rich
She still gettin' a gang
stop
I'm Biz Markie with the funky sound
And right about now, here's the countdown
One.. two.. one, two, three
[Chorus]
Yo be take it from
a phone, that's how you know she ain't a hoe
QuinX rolled up another joint, we pass it round, we smoke
Playing by my own rules
In a league of my own
feelin like the best, nobody fuckin with us
We done turned to a bygone don crew
We got the semi Kimora like Djimon Hounsou
A lifetime criminal, live by
But a post on instagram broke us?
This ain’t a Drake joint
Don’t live a lie
There’s too much love
Why can’t it be this way always
There’s too much
lose! 'cause you got the dilated blues
Here's some news, my dj rock the mic and the one's and two's
And I'm out
And I'm in
My words are like swords
SoSoDef (what?)
Huh, yeah I don't dance I mash
(It's like dis doe)
AZ, come on
It's a new one, time for a Range, baby blue one
The crew
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