Lyrics:
days niggas layed in the cut
To get some respect, we had to tear this muthafucka up!
"Wrong nigga to fuck with!"
Make it rough!
"Wrong nigga
It's impactful, because I've got mad pull
To know I've got two in the crew but the pack's full
I'd only raise my hand to slap a high five
The fact is I
me to slow down, it won't help
I'm in too deep to know how
Know why? We're doing it to get the show live
Besides, it goes hand and hand with the road
held accountable, so instead I pass the blame,
besides I wanna live forever like the cast of fame.
serious trouble will pass me by and my life will be
What it do? With my crew only
That's how pretty bois shine
That's what pretty bois do
Yeah he do anything just to get me in his two-door coupe
Drippin'
fucking limits
Shout out to Uncle Luke
Shout out my bitches too
We the 2 Live Crew
Two for me, two for you (woo)
Feed them bitches carrots
Fuck 'em
a beat to fuck your crew up
Just bring the band, by the way we got Jan
On the drums, Andrew plucks the bass with his thumbs
And Simon, like I
a beat to fuck your crew up
Just bring the band, by the way we got Jan
On the drums, Andrew plucks the bass with his thumbs
And Simon, like I
you tell me (What?)
What is is, what is was, and what it shall be (Death)
[Verse 4]
One up in heaven, two here in hell
Father please forgive me while I
(Matte it black and cut the roof )
(Where we at you can't come through)
(Got what you guys just times two)
(S-plus yeah we with the crew)
(Try to catch up
able to control this?
I know some fok' that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard the explosions
Same shit happened back in Hurricane
'em in a row
Spot by spot, hit 'em, missed flights, smashed phones
Flew the coup, fuck keeping up with the Jones's
Whether with bros or gunning it alone
to cap on you,
I wouldn't even sweat it cause you'll be through
Lookin so far up, you might fall down
Gettin clowned by the hound from east Oaktown
don't need
Anything not meant for me
'Cause I believe yes, I believe
When it's meant to be then it will be
I've been getting high by my lonely
Everybody
and dangerous
Ain't too many can bang with us
Straight up weed no angel
Dust, label us notorious. Thug ass niggas that love to bust, its strange to us
Y'all
Never been a what if?
Never needed how to's
All I know is jump in
Get back up for round 2
Balling on a Budget
Who you speakin' loud to?
Its no
Nas: What up with Cormega, did you see him, are y'all together?
(from Illmatic, "One love")
Yea I'm about to write this letter, lay it
bitch, bitch)
Real, real Rydas up in this bitch
(Bitch, bitch, bitch)
I'm a Ryda, y'all crew ain't nothin'
But soft-ass shit talk
All of y'all frontin'
Down here we like it big, on that Dirty coast
Big money swanging whips, cause we serve the most
We live by that G code, that's what gangstas do
niggas in the game
A lotta niggas got two albums I can't explain
How they maintain to keep the same migraines
I can't help it if my brain is supersonic
cash any different
Always gotta run it up
Clucking heads for my chicken
Got yo' bitch in the cut
From my cup, she be sippin'
Don't give no fucks
Drop
Yeah! This that '63 AMG Ghost music
This that Ace of Spade, Belair, let's toast music
Nigga let's toast to it
DJ Khaled!
We just gon' fuck up
idiot)
Westsiiiide!
(Hangin’ pondi corner an smoke nuff crack)
Outlaw! Live it up or give it up, busta!
(2PAC a di artical an dats a fact)
Ha ha haha,
, 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
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