Lyrics:
you at nigga)
I ain't never had nothin (smell me bitch), I'm tryna get somethin
With them people on my back (holla nigga, nigga) but I gotta keep duckin
At least you know you gave your all
Be true to you
And that way you can never fall
But beware, these backstabbers ain't no joke
Just like a rope
They hang
us cause we wont fuck with you.
We just a regular everyday normal crew,
Once a month we get drunk and watch Terminator 2.
We just a regular everyday
through the roof
Remix
Gettin' money throw your hood out the roof
Right now nigga
You know it ain't no remix without the badman
Fliest nigga in
Yo
Phife Dawg, whatagwan with the crew?
Nuff ting, that's why me had to come through
Phife Dawg, you spit wicked every verse
The north said
and lovin'
And doin' tha things that we do
We do
Bring a friend, bring a friend, bring two
Bring two
Roll around tha front, get tha blunt
Go ahead wit tha crew
by the beat
Like you live check-to-check
If it don't move your feet
Then, I don't eat, so we like neck-to-neck
Yes, we done come a long
Way like them
Yeah I guess I have
You know what I mean
My woman's a lady
A lady
A lady will give you the best lovin' you ever had
I don't care what you
you like my passion baby
Let's take it slow lets get to practicing
There ain't no rush lets get to touching bases
Lets get familiar affiliated
Tell me
open and you out to lunch and left us two
Now you know we can't let that pass to get that cash
We in the big numbers, count 'em all
Ain't no second
your flesh hold
Thirty-two, or whatever the tech holes
My dirty crew rather hawk you to death rather than talk you to death
'Cause listenin' is like
the streets don' made me how I is
I know I'm in them day and night, but that's just how I live
So ain't no need to fuss and fight, wit' you all in my grill
this a drug addict date
I got the torch, I can't give it away
Ain't no remorse, you get hit in the face
Check out the way I be glistening yah
I'ma chop out the pen with my crew (crew)
No mechanic, but I keep a tool (ah)
Gunna got hoes by the twos (got hoes by the twos)
Up the stick and don't
Preaching by the choir but some of them ain't hit notes
No more BabyBlue oh no more missing you yeah
Thinking what to do oh living without you yeah
Here up
stupid, plus my team got
'nuff jury on, bet I'm still live and I'm coopin'
Two of my silverbacks run through a pack of your wolves
Front on react
out the top of your bridges
I wanna put you on a plate and suck you up with a biscuit
The twisted man on the job when you aint lovin her right
Perverted
I just introduced her to the crew, you know what's up
I just had to do it, boy, they gotta know it's up
Smokin', with the homies, with the squad
don't start today
Walk in the club and I do what I do
Sipping on drank it's me and my crew
Said she never had nineteen forty two
Bitch, and you ain't
on blast like bazookas
Only time you get a buzz is with a crew cut
The Que flow got the Venue nuts
I'm on vacation every 2 months
You ain't been working
to chill witcha
[Chorus (w/ adlibs from Dirtbag)]
[Verse 2: Dirtbag]
Now you ain't neva had a stunna
You ain't neva had a gunna
You ain't neva had
She steady lovin' the crew
She tryna bang on the gang
We do not gang bang
Let our chains hang
Got a couple thousand stuff inside my pockets and you know
different colors like I play Monopoly
Shoulda known when I drop green light that it ain't no stoppin' me
Let me take you to the trenches, I'ma show you how
So many niggas get fucked up in the game
See, that's where they get caught out
There in that word "Game"
'Cause it's not no fuckin' game
When you
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