Lyrics:
playa haters all over
So I roll with my crew i'm tryin' stay over
And just stay my ass in school
Ain't many choices to choose
And this rap game I can't
screws when you get close to me
It's like too much to describe, yeah, it's enough for two lives
And I could never stand by nothing but at least I'm gon'
gotta hot your crew
I gotta, let you niggas know the time like Movado
My motto, stack rocks like Colorado
Waddle off the champagne, Cristals by
straight pissy, and, oh, yeah, we puffin' on one of them thangs too
You blamin' who? You maimin' who? I know you ain't bringin' that lame crew
Big Boi,
to claim the title.
They want to be the bad man thug, 'cause that's their idol
Don't live by the life your not supposed to be livin, ...?
'cause 1 can
sir, yes sir
Oh, we gonna take it back like thieves and foes
Nasty as I want to be
That makes me too live for your crew
Ho get down get low
I
know that's right
And I prevail, whether I do or don't sell
It ain't about that, it's about giving back
We trying to get our live on, while you jib
y'all wanna do?
I got a crew, but I choose to roll solo
Especially on Sundays, dippin' in my low-low
Convertible top, spot for the Glock
I ain't
a grin to another place
I live on the edge and the Feds and the brothers space
But ain't no stopping this fool, I'm on a rampage
Breaks out in a damn
friends and my crew
Makes it definitely special (a-one, two, a-one, two)
Now there's no Shiny Happy People in the crew we play the rough
I got
(I never knew I, knew I, knew I'd)
(I never knew I, knew I, knew I'd) Mic check, one-two
(I never knew I, knew I, knew I'd) Who would've knew?
(I
how you doin'?
Can I get a minute of your time to spit a line or two? (say, girl)
I know you ain't feelin' me
I promise that you take a sip of this,
the Outlawz
Bad Azz representin' the L.B.C. Crew
What you wanna do?
You know how we do it
Time goes by
? puffin on lye
Hopin that it get me high
Got
said nothing's impossible
See me runnin through the city, no obstacles
No option two, one way to go
I never waited on a miracle
There ain't no
on (Fire!) My crew's on (Fire!)
[Streetlife]
M-E-T, H-O-D..
[Method Man]
Man, I'm in the house like foreclosures
Talk sober, until some dog gets
(cold distance)
A wildcat did growl (like a plowman, I work from the earth up)
Two riders were approaching (were approaching)
And the wind begins
(the perils of rock n' roll decadence)
I know this chick she lives down on Melrose
She ain't satisfied without some pain
Friday night is goin'
It's just another day, drowning my troubles with a forty
That's when I got the call from this brown skin shorty
She asked me where's my crew at, said
spooky
This is about as kooky as I've ever felt now
Count down to Nuclear Meltdown
Seven, six, five, four, three, two, one
You can run you can do what
I got by
Creflo pray Mike Vick payed bobby brown stray Whitney lost weight
Kimbo Slice on the pad when I write
That Mayweather money looking funny in
are you into, huh?
Niggas better oooh-run-run
You could get shot, homie
If you do want to put your guns up
Tell your crew don't front
I
[Chorus]
Live by the gun, I'm a die by the gun
Live by the gun, I'm a die by the gun
Live by the gun, I'm a die by the gun
A nigga shoot at me,
weight in the cooter, ten plates to soup ya
One twos we oughta cruise right by the state troopers
When I'm drinkin' Cristal, start thinkin' 'bout Al
to ignite
I said nothing's impossible
See me runnin through the city, no obstacles
No option two, one way to go
I never waited on a miracle
There ain't
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