Lyrics:
talk because I live it
Any chick fuckin with me, believe me that's a privelege
I won't be satisfied, till all my niggaz get it
See you hit it then I hit
it happen, ain't no need for no luck
Ain't no lotteries, no pick 3's or pick 2's
Keep the money in your family, gamble amongst your crew
'Cause
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
L.A.!
Gimme that mic fool, it's a West coast jack move
They call me Hitt cause I spit like gats do
Cock me back
Bust caps for my max crew, at Fairfax
Who
against us
Now they taking loss
Only high octane is what I keep in da tank
Wit a sound system by Groot that got magnificent range
We got ladies in the crew
rock
Well, so far you've heard my voice but I brought two friends along
And the next on the mic is my man Hank
C'mon, Hank, sing that song
Check it
of my best friends Derek Mangareu
"see'mon man can I be down can I be down witcha crew?"
He had one by the name of Masters of Control
I wanted to be
them goose lick pictures
You fuck around and get your whole crew shot at, blaow
Dare you to pop back, under cars, cryin', tryin' to come up out that
Eric
they fall
Got all of these rules just to live by the law
This is my surefire I don't get no applause
I'm just being me ain't no way that it's my fault
But we not making no G's, and that's a no no
Check it, a-one-two, a-one
"Two dope niggas in the Cadillac
" they call us
Went from "Player's Ball"
hoppin'
Told that bitch to hit the floor and then she dropped it
Keep a pocket rocket
Cock it, Pop it
Keep a Ruger 22
Aim it up at you
Aim it at your crew
the gang truce
[Keith] Gangstas flop, they go pop like Shabba-Doo
[Chino] They be perpetratin live, like they wild on the avenue
[Keith] Gangstas flop,
sure eat it drink it all off na make none go to waste
And who's aeoberti upon Falcon Crest you know him a chase
Se that the top of the crew Sis V
the bullets start bustin'
First crime, we came with Mystic Stylez on grime
You slip, I live by my rep don't fuck with mine
Da end, the souls of men
the crew walk in it
Pop a few corks in it
As quick as a tick in a New York minute
Catch a breath, fore you catch a left
Even worse, catch a Tef
Only way
motion only the strong survive
But on the 6 or the 5
Live is how the sets used to be, at the Racquet
Ball Club with music by, Andre Hatchett
Or either
SXM yeah kewand
Married to the money I do
I just got two hoes they both brand new
Kicks like Judo brand new
Live by the G code that's how we move
the life that I live x2
Yea you know that I do it real big
Hook-
I close my eyes yea all I see is blue nigga
Gave yo bitch the blues blues clues nigga
Bitches and thugs, spit game and throw slugs
It's the Ruler, live by, take it in blood
Cuz it's the J to the A to the death nigga what
Don't get it fucked
Double S, never less baby
Twista and Scott Storch in a dropped Porsche
That new shit, check it out
[Chorus: 2X]
My neck on bling, cris on chill
only plays by the tens on the 1 and 2
Hook (x4)
We can do it too
Funkanella, funkanella
[Killer Mike]
A knot to remove your crew of those
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
-year-olds
With a couple of ring pops no need to propose
Before we live forever say
Together we can be okay
If it's the last thing that we do
I wanna sing
By the way, I re-up on bad dreams, bag up screams in fifties
Be up on mad schemes that heat shop like Jiffy-Pop (Pop)
In a instant get smoked like
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