Lyrics:
throughout history and the
People who practice the 50th Law
In their lives all share certain
Qualities supreme boldness
Unconventionality, fluidity
And a sense
as a saiyan ape
It's all about
The TFC
Don't ask me bout no other crews
Doin Beats For Kiiing
Doin Beats for Q
Ain't choppin ish
For other dudes
We ain't
we all die
Tell me, who do we call to report crime
If 9-1-1 doin' a driveby?
It's certain things I can't abide by
I ain't bein' extreme, this is my
Run it wit da 불
Burn it Burn it wit da crew
Run it Run it wit da 불
Burn it Burn it wit da crew
Hundred turn it into two hundred
Double up that
*one echoes*
Soul Assassin crew of course
Comes to express with styles galore
Ways of rhyming, old and new
Past and present, knock knock who is it?
nothin but them platinum hits
And the two dog groan, sittin' on chrome
That nigga on the mic str-8 gone
My whole crew lives illegal
Strapped with
Verse 1:
Don't underestimate the reach
Here comes that city brother who lives by the beach
Defari work for Likwit organize
Dodger hats
he's amble
2 kill who eva on the run
Live and die wtih the gun
He layin up wita Bun
She sucks em up till he cums
500k n the duffle bag back 2 loadin them
the whole damn crew
What would she do?
What would she do?
(What's your name?)
Marvelous
(What you do?)
Hold my nuts
(How you do it?)
With two hands
Eatin' steaks 'n shrimp
It's kinda hard to miss the crew
Because we all got limps
We come equipped with new kicks and stetsons
The super saggy rags
Grabbed his iron, it was time to ride for
Multiple homicides, taking lives for
He's dead and gone, the next man's deep inside
Check one-two, I
and the truth was distorted
My peers on the West won't speak up, so I will
Rodney O & Joe Cooley goin for the kill
The crew of two don't care if we cause
flash. Alot of you MCs remain in the dark about how the cold Crush Brothers got live in the park. Shoutouts to the elders who put in mad work mad love
close
Who noe ur dark secrets what you doin the most?
U noe that hot shit ?? bout 2 promote like rappers
talking bout guns & dont even tote
[Chorus: X2
the back
I get my currency in stacks, California's where I'm at
Ridin', pass by while these niggas wonder why
I got shot but didn't die, let 'em see who's
the judge was Kurupt
She was caught with Pete Rocks, and never handcuffed
Called up her Uncle Luke, whose Crew was 2 Live
That had some Peter Gunz, like
to wreck the crew
we be havin mad fun
Niggas known me from day one
lifestyles of the rich and shameless
Violat'in they were even nameless
Verse 2
out, now will it?
And ill town fell like I stuck-up props, got shot
Don't worry, I hit by a, flurry, and his punk-ass dropped
But I'm the one who has
like a candles wick
You'll get burnt like a spliff or a calorie
Your mind is adrift from reality
1, 2, 3 let's go!
Who's after? Better come harder
I
a geyser, time only makes me wiser
Paraphenalia, and material, makes the crew imperial
I put the fear in you, sippin beer with two
Handlin business properly,
shit cousin
I got moves to make and mad shit to do
Her friends are looking good so I might hit the crew
It's like one and two that might get a nigga
track and I paid my dues
But now I'm back
I'm a one-man wrecking Crew
For those who say I'm wack hahahaha jokes on you
Told you I was coming I'm
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
mothafuckin hustla - y`all know the game
Chi-Town Mikkey Flow - y`all know my name
Game is risky but a nigga rather died the fame
and live life - broken
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