Lyrics:
fear, sittin around watchin muthafuckas die
The faces of death
Who coulda predicted 2pac would be next?
Read ghetto text: if you live by the sword
ya together
Organize ya bones and organs by the letters
Know that you can't do no better
Than the 2G's
Yeah that's forever
Come through lay
base
Anytime and place
What? Like Janet, I slam kids
Harder than Sha-quille O'neal down to the masses
I take crews back to, um, hiphop classes
Because
had
True, I've got more fans than the average man, but not enough loot to last me
To the end of the week, I live by the beat, like you live
love
It's never enough
I'm addicted to the bucks it's better than Drugs
I can't leave the game alone
It's breading me up niggas could never be Us
I was
shake 'em up, you down to die,
'Cause we too much for the industry to handle, we buck aside,
run it n**** nut wit yo five,
I like to lease s*** it's
an girls listen to me
It is I that you see
Gettin' high niggas be
Gettin' by on these streets
Do or die on these streets
Hit 'em high meet defeat
Wit'
have a check at all
- check one check two now I'm through with you
And all the Heavyweight crew puttin it down, Ten Cent Eve
Doin it at Project
imma fuck up your life
Break your dreams into crumbs
Either live by the
Code or you die by the gun i know Moria mad
But it's up and it's blood either
games of soccer
Teach em fighting skills that'll send all of their foes to the doctor
And the smooth talk needed to pull honeys by their lockers
Support
on the wire and shit, that's all
Now everybody's back in the groove, echo chamber
"Check one two, one two" that's my favorite
Strobe lights is live, Pink
heavy weights
Ain't bumping lil bro ARP make em levitate
Better not hesitate send ya to heaven gates
chalked the boy he surrounded by yellow tape
762 he
We are live on stage
Babu cuts into Alchemist's instrumental
This is what it is, live on stage
There are lessons not taught that kids will
[Mr.Lif in the background]
(This is what I gotta do)
Mic Check!
[Verse 1]
Well if you can't beat em', join em', build a memoriam
This kid got gold
fucking dope I be in them clouds like a parachute
If he get wild like uno, ima deal his ass hit em with a two
At me
Yuh
At me
At me
Yuh
At me
At me
Yuh
shake 'em up, you down to die,
'Cause we too much for the industry to handle, we buck aside,
run it n**** nut wit yo five,
I like to lease s*** it's
Seem like everytime a nigga make one step man
Nigga take two steps back, you feel me
They told me that pain was just in the frame, the irony of that
Seem like everytime a nigga make one step man
Nigga take two steps back, you feel me
They told me that pain was just in the frame, the irony of that
Ayo, we wanna thank everybody out tonight
That sat themselves down, and decided to bump The Build Up, Vol. 2
Now see in my world, I’m just a young
yo what's the drilly
Ya niggas got smacked silly
You too fragi-lly, live with the nine milly
I got my crew with me, big like Pun, dig me
Yo, yo
'em down
Turn 'em into shopping malls the hood is like a ghost town
Haunted by souls who thought that time stood still
Just live your life
em
But a scared dog'll bite ya hand off
If you beat em
These rules you should live by
Don't just read em
Or the latter is da weaping
Like its poker
Two o three
Where I be
Got problem
Come and buck with me
O to the G
Eight to the five
If y'all ain't on my wave
Then get slayed
Y'all already know
shaka's
Small head-build, means you the small-time nigga
With small thoughts, and small means, of gettin' small figures
By all means, expedite, "Live
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