Lyrics:
money but
You stuck on these fake bitches
I stay blunted and never frontеd and
I doubt if I do cause if I did then I'd get
Bеat up by fucking crew
A real
and that's a no no
Yeah, uhh, check it
Ahh one two, ahh one two doe, niggas
In the Cadillac they call us went
From Player's Ball to ballers
Puttin the South
guess you just might
Want to do a dance or two
'Cause he could maybe bust you for self or with a crew
No matter if you or your brother's a star
He
savages to roam in the streets
Live on the run, police payin' me to give in my gun
Trick my wisdom with the system that imprisoned my son
Smoke a gold
did it and got bagged with two ounces
I live a world where squads hit the block hard
Ask my man Twin when he got bagged, that fucked me up, God
But
with out the rough raps
Paper, I got to touch that, you want bitches, I want track
[Hook x2]
[Verse 3]
Yo, I know this ho that'll set chu' up
birds of a feather would be
Let's take that road before us and sing a chorus or two
A-come on, it's lovely weather for a sleigh ride together with you
sundaes and apple pies
And a cup? Nah, that's enough of that
I'm like an indian giver, yo, give me that back!
Comin again hip-pop-pop-pop bring it back
around no guys like us, it says a lot about you
Two by two
Fuck with my two live crew
Tell me everything that's on your mind
And show me what you gon do
like that
With them [unknown] tux
Draped in all black
Takin' back like the pop lockin' [unknown] gold suits
Bangin back in the day juss to get
two ducks in one, pluck, initiate the trouble
For those who disagree, I maybe feel the need to front it
Show me your whole entire crew, two shoes
live in hell (hell)
A livin' hell, I'm Hellboy, I live in hell
I let the money dance, the diamond blings all by itself
Without any help, so that
right, get it right, spit it right
[DMX]
Moves is made, niggas is paid, that's just how it is
When my time is up, I'm a be out, but I'm a try to live
says your dead by manana
Pop babies whisperin' that there's a body dropped, behind the lot
Police blew up the spot and locked the whole block
be with you
Who put this together? Me, that's who
We did it, Joe, but what they really do?
Save the pep talk, and the TED Talk (ye)
I'm 'bout
on
[Verse]:
Aiyyo, aiyyo
E-lec-tric slide on them niggaz
Drive by on them niggaz
Show'em that killas is live and fly figures
Fruit-flavored Nikes
Now
deja-vu
Me plus them is two live crew
Baby got moves I love my boo
I said I love my boo
But that's not you
Let's go ham, this your chance
Lose your mind,
and dangerous
Ain't too many can bang with us
Straight up weed no angel
Dust, label us notorious. Thug ass niggas that love to bust, its strange to us
Y'all
really blame you? (Who can really blame you?)
We're the ones who made you
Ahem, back by popular demand
Now pop a little Zantac for antacid if you can
many ladies wanna share my tongue
Uh, man this life of mine, me in the lead being pressed for time
So that bottle gon' pop, then my record gon' spin
Then
able to control this?
I know some fok' that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard the explosions
Same shit happened back in Hurricane
guess you just might
Want to do a dance or two
'Cause he could maybe bust you for self or with a crew
No matter if you or your brother's a star
He
the alley with that fiend Denise
Cruise the streets, stuntin' in that Maybach sixty-two
Nigga, what my dope goin fo', sixty-two, c'mon, a gram
By man, my
pardon, Run the Jewels live at the garden
Last two pirates alive are still yargin (yargin)
My girl got my heart, it's a bargain
Lick from her lips
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