Lyrics:
Yea, aye I'm a man so I stand on my own two
I give a damn about a hater and his whole crew
No jump shot so I'm selling crack
To tell you the truth,
time to choose your gun
Chorus:
Front to back
Right to left
Keep it live all night
Make it hot to death
Get your heart pumpin' like some crystal meth
Damn Hype
One and um
And two and um
Every Friday night we like to cool at the jams
And if the MC ain't workin, I smack the mic out his hands
If the beat
but somehow I got by
Treflo prayed, Mike Vick payed
Bobby Brown stray, Whitney lost weight
Kimbo Slice on da pad when I write
Dat may why they
at tryna take me
for $ 20 out of my pocket with no apolagies
ordinary wannabe fly by night high M.C.s
they call him one dude, because he's like 53
burn
threats given by clowns
I guess livin' is prison when you live around clowns
I'm hexed cursed worse I been blessed first
I thought I was abnormal cause I
homeboy, they not our crew
And since we talkin facts, it's really just us two (Whoo)
And I know you feel the same when you're signed
But you couldn't
We are here to tell the world just who we are
Shocking female (MC's), shocking female (MC's) (Repeat 2x)
Verse 1: Phife
No need for, introductions,
a legend when I live that shit?
You could talk about my music, I don't give two shits
Because sooner or later you gon' ride my dick
Icarus if I fall off,
bring? Nothin' but pain and one in your fuckin' brain
Ain't nothin' changed since the album, I'm still wildin'
I'm still violent I've been waitin' for
sung
Album number 2
Be on the way, East L.A
Straight to Brooklyn
SoHo, SoCals, what we aim
I don’t work to live
I live to work on all my own terms
After
They used to be meet here by the dozens
They disappeared in ones and twos
Got them goin' nowhere blues
So you wonder why they come here
They come
crews
They used to be meet here by the dozens
They disappeared in ones and twos
Got them goin' nowhere blues
So you wonder why they come here
They
Is that right?
[James A. Smith]
Yeah, it upsets me to hear a World Class Wreckin' Crew
"Homosexual" disrespect some real soldiers
[Too Black
bodies are fished out
I'm wrecking niggas one-by-one but then I miscount
Mispronounced, how do LL bounce
And get ya shit bust? I turn ya fagots into
walk in with that pole
Idiot
Ayy, I'm feelin' like 2 Chainz (tru)
Bitch, I'm 21, bitch, I'm not 22
Knockin' off the name brand niggas in your crew
to fuck
Fuck him like you do want to cum
You're gay to get discovered in my 21-deuce
Cock-a-lickin' in the water by the blue bayou
Caught the warm goo
these herbs and they fake crew don't live to regret that
Hook:
This is something for your stank behinds and washed minds
If you front
Yo! (True story man)
They told me I'm gonna be non
Now it's time to show they're wrong (Yeah)
I have 2 companies 5 sector belong
You all boost by me
on your worst day
Live it like the first day I'm Antwan Andre
Or General Patton if you know bout Purple Ribbon or Got Purp
I, I be on that kryptonite
Man, this is the last.. record on the album
I got my man Craig Craig in the house
Kevin Dee from Midnight Express Crew's in the house
Charles'
nicknamed her Missy
She lives alone out in New Orleans, she always tells me she miss me
But such as life, this story's real, it's not a movie by Disney
what, noon to three, just roll with me
My homie Lou just two-wayed me from Lagoona Beach
You can meet the rest of the crew, a bunch of super freaks
We got
many niggas, not enough hoes
And some of you niggas, acting like hoes
Stay to myself like loners do
Get high by myself, I'm not in the mood
To politic
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