Lyrics:
do well
Can tell by the nails you frail
We can battle till your girl big ass feet out them Channels
[PMD]
Aiyyo my brain attack this hip hop shit
you will)
Cuz a chick gotta live (oh, yeah)
Why you all in my grill
Can you pay my bills (Ooh, pay my bills)
Let me know if you will (Let me
legs
Select paper and invade all the illest niggas
Tally up pen, yo, Live Crew meetin'
Layin' in the lab with rolls o' fly mo-e ho
All niggas eatin'
II, part III, niggaz can't fuck with me
My style's knock-kneed plum crazy (what?)
Who's that wild ass motherfucker catchin wreck
Stickin Jamaicans for
GS's, sendin' messages
Two and two makes four, Cristal's crazily pour
Gun wars, my crew feel 'em like swords
With the green leathers, hundred pound
[Chorus: x2]
Got a poly wit ya crew stickin' loot up
Ya big up weight throw ya boots up
If ya step into da club wit ya gunz up
Puttin' pictures
Hahaha, come on
One by one (yeah), two by two
Line 'em up, line 'em up, line 'em up
One by one, two by two
I'ma knock 'em all down, down
Lord have
What you want me to do?
Well the blue one came out, then
The red one came out, now I gotta get two
And my watch ain't got no manners
The shit's just rude
Select paper and invade all the illest niggas
Tally up pen, yo, Live Crew meetin'
Layin' in the lab with rolls o' fly mo-e ho
All niggas eatin' (WOAH!
live, but this way, all that's dead
So act like you know, black
It's the mega don, check the stat
Ninety-four, fakin no jacks
[chorus 2x]
[profes]
Check
don't try to double cross me
Like Tennessee ghouls, I'll nail that ass to the cross, b
Revenge mode, I live life by the sword
And if you live by it, die
so thin,
N' I'm sippin' light beer, n my crew right here
Chain razor thin like beer in my cup,
And my sweater on turtle with the neck on puff
Huge
live in California, drive a drop top
Roll by the beach, look at the freaks
jump in my car, I do it every week
DJ's who know call me Mister Short
All
keep on trying
Yeah
Just passing our time
Oh oh
While we live according to race, colour or creed
While we rule by blind madness and pure greed
[Cage]
I stick my skull out for anybody
Comin out the side of my neck fuckin ugly white bitches is a HOB-BY
Callin me out I'm on the frontline
until that day I'ma rise up high
I put my light in the air
I wanna see everywhere
One by one, let me see you
Two by two for the sequel
Three by
a stash and a honey
That won't ask questions but will blast anybody
That's my kind of girl, kinda of world I want to live in
Not a cell or a prison
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
Well I was born
The year that disco died
And U2 was in high school
Thank the Lord that they survived
Got my first taste, on a Seger 45
And since
She says she's no good with words, but I'm worse
Barely stuttered out a joke of a romantic stuck to my tongue
Weighed down with words too
baby!
Gotta get this money baby!
50's and 100's baby!
My whole crew be sonnin' you
What you gonna talk about wit' a gun in front of you?!
see, my name is Uncle Sam, I'm your dog
Motherfucker, you can live at the mall
I know your kind (that's why I'm kind)
Don't have receipts (oh, man,
submit to any other emcee
Be a duel to the death 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
on the back of my neck
And I break out in a cold cold sweat
But if I live to a hundred and two
I won't let nobody sting me but you
I'll be buzzin' 'round
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