Lyrics:
and I and
Every nigga is a star?
Hit me!
When the four corners of this cocoon collide
You'll slip through the cracks hopin' that you'll survive
laugh again when they don't understand what I mean, bias
Everybody seen by us
Everybody wanna live a life like this
Man fuck that, do what's good for
with Big-and-Heavy
I get up in that ass like a wedgie
Says who? Says me, the lyrical
Niggas sayin', "Biggie off the street, it's a miracle"
Left
mami
Mic check one two
Drunk in the club
Off the chain
But who gives as fuck?
That's why I came
So pour it up
And get down
Ya'll have no choice
But
One for the money, yes sir, two for the show
A couple of years ago on Headland and Delowe
Was the start of somethin' good
Where me and my nigga
Who brings the flavor?
That's me, that's me
Who brings the flavor? That's me i got it
Oh no, it's a scandal
I drop upon the mic like an anvil
mami
Mic check one two
Drunk in the club
Off the chain
But who gives as fuck?
That's why I came
So pour it up
And get down
Ya'll have no choice
But
death
They throw their dice for the crew
She wins the mariner and he belongs to her now
Then, crew one by one
They drop down dead, two hundred men
exercising the mind
It’s brain strength training
My motto is live by the bottle
So why is my supply low? Bring
In a truckload with a high-low
My name is
The man who only lives for making money
Lives a life that isn't necessarily sunny
Likewise the man who works for fame
There's no guarantee that
There are those who can live
With the things they don't believe in
They are giving up their lives
For something that is less than it can be
Motherfucker
Still ballin', niggas wonder why
You can bring your crew but we remain true
Motherfucker still ballin'
Now everybody wanna see us dead
Two murdered
count up some money like I was just rushin'
Then I had poured up the tussin with lean
Then I had popped me some molly like, "Woah"
Made that bitch
Don't ever do that I run with two macs
And plus my crew back my every move
I choose givin' crews the blues
I'm open off the Damey
Obey me or get sprayed
The man who only lives for making money
Lives a life that isn't necessarily sunny
Likewise the man who works for fame
There's no guarantee that
The man who only lives for making money
Lives a life that isn't necessarily sunny
Likewise the man who works for fame
There's no guarantee that
disgusted, and couldn't be trusted
He tried to battle me and found self-destruction
Two Live Crew
Two Li - two Li - two Li - two Live Crew
Bus-bust
with Big-and-Heavy
I get up in that ass like a wedgie
Says who? Says me, the lyrical
Niggas sayin', "Biggie off the street, it's a miracle"
Left
dissin' a
Unofficial that smoke Woolie Thai
I dropped out of Cooley High, gassed up by a cokehead cutie pie
Jungle survivor, fuck who's the live-r
My
ever leave you?
I see right through you
Get money with the same crew
I fuck the same hoes like you
Switch 'em out once a week, I'm cool
That's mid,
Why wasn't they able to control this?
I know some folk that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard explosions
Same shit happened back
yeah)
Money, money I got, money, money I got (I run New York!)
I took quarter water sold it in bottles for 2 bucks
Coca-Cola came and bought it for
and quartervilles
Aiyyo take that shit, aiyyo Money snap the grill
Body caught chills as he ate this nine mil
Mine kills two but my nine was sign sealed
And ready
One for the money, yes sir, two for the show
A couple of years ago on Headland and Delowe
Was the start of somethin' good
Where me and my nigga
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