Lyrics:
and Jay the only two that understand my pain the reason we became a crew
Was only 9 ain’t understand a lot
Like Jay yo mama gave you everything, and Teddy
houses with the chandelier
Me and my crew, mad cans of beer
It's copin', live vibe, still eyes open, it's clear
Presidential suites at The Tangier
understand that I stand above you
Your whole crew could round up and still just be 4'2
I haven't been impressed by any of these pro dudes
I just dance along
and my mercenaries, middle of south sudan
Carryin' babies bodies, long as I got two hands
Long as I got two feet, millions and my crew deep
We purge for
We've got some hot club jams heading your way
Along with some dope new videos with bootylicious babes
Shaking what their momma gave them
These joints are
We're live in five, four, three, two, one!
Welcome everybody, you are "live in the den"
With big tigger hangin' out today with one of my friends
out, or in this case the dough
Roll with the blow till considered a hoe
Babies are born and pawned off to grandmama
The bitch ain't done, she still lives
knock
Five shots and your crew drop
Made 'em lean with that ou-wap
Now you ain't coolin' your tube socks
Uncle Luke 'cause I'm too live
Them dreads
I'm sittin' here perfectly still cuz I've got no place to go
Be about two months until we light up the show
Follow me now I sing of spring it's
goodbye
Time to spread my wings
And high up in the sky
I can fly, I fly, I fly, so high
[Verse 2]
Welcome to my life I think its time I take it back
I got
crew to fuck with, better to love
I told y'all suckers, I told y'all suckers.
I told y'all on RTJ1, then I told ya again on RTJ2, and you still
and look where we at
the bottom, simple as that
I'm bringing it back to the fore-front
like Luke in the 2 Live Crew days
he's the one that's got these mami's
Yeah, what up
[the show is over]
Welcome to the final frontier
Soul position
Rjd2 on the beats plus myself, blueprint, on the
Rhymes
[the
Her-oine and beer joints twenty dollars a pop
You a new recruit, so today I'm lettin you slide
But tomorrow you'll be confronted wit the two's in
Was that a blue canary
Behind your hands cuffed over the two by two
A little friendly fire
He's just a boy who had your back, covering you
If
either him or me
And as I verbalise to my DJ's cut
If we kill a wack crew or two so what
We just rock it
We just rock it
DJ Jeff
Break 2
On each occasion
and pull out my two shot derringer
Cause yes, Heather be comes classier
Cause Heather be , Jamal-Ski, and KRS the trainer
makes up the dope crew
to East Greenwich through
Every state with a sentence
Frozen weight in the cooter
Ten plates to soup ya
1 2's we oughta cruise right
By the state troopers
, double O two
And my crew roll thick like BIG
Act up, and be puttin' that ass to sleep
You got nothing for me, been there, smelt the dope and
Rollin' with
all a cop thought of
We live stool pigeons smokin in salt water *pigeon*
Only my lord and our crew know what happened to him
His family prayin 'cause
the medals in the warfield of respect
Like an ill porno make ya body get wet
Just a ghetto child trying to live a straight and narrow
Hoping that my shit
up with you?
You know the place we're going to
We're doing shots at breakfast time
We smoke 2 joints and cut the lines
We're waiting
We’re waiting
Knives in our hands to the sound of the click
And now we're ready, we hit the swoove
Windows ease down we spray their crews
Eight fools dead, a baby too
mini, money, mini, mini
It ain't all about the money
When I was hustler, two dogs by my side plus a black pistola
Loud MCs, feel the silencer
Y'all still
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