Lyrics:
the world stops, we been living up in Hell's shop
We been living up in Hell's shop
So I'ma live it to the top notch, f*** with me
Get up out your seat, you
Rings and things rims and timbs
That ain't rap that's bein slaves again
Pretendin
Hip hop says you can be what you wanna be
As long as you ain't f-a-k
give a F-U-C-K
"Forget Barbie, fuck Nicki 'cause sh-she's fake"
"She on a diet," but my pockets eatin' cheesecake
And I'll say bride of Chucky is
a sailor his grog and there's nothing goes wrong
E's for the ensign that at our mast flew
F's for the forecastle where lives our crew
G's for the galley
(KE on the track)
No Ceilings
Okay
I got this chrome on this Bugatti
I'm strong in this Bugatti
2 V8's ain't no such thing as driving calm in
[Verse 1: Trina]
Icy blue rocks on my arm I shop at Malone for Louie Vinton
The diamond diva miss Cinderella, Versace gown by Donna Tella
Much love to the F&F crew
Bryce, (yeah) Gemini, Shayla G
Pro, Soundtrakk, Jason Salvador
Simon, Bishop G, Bran Dog
G-ball, G-Ball, yeah!
All
and look where we at
the bottom, simple as that
I'm bringing it back to the fore-front
like Luke in the 2 Live Crew days
he's the one that's got these mami's
a few graves
I hit the club and pop a few Spades
I'm gettin' pussy like Uncle Luke in
His 2 Live Crew days
She can't suck this dick again
If she ain't
live and real with a street deal
Automatic causin havoc when I hit
I flip and rip shop I'm on some homicidal shit
Little nigga loco, catchin bodies
I don`t wanna lose my life
I don`t wanna save the world
Don`t wanna be no sacrifice
F**k the liquor f**k them girls
And f**k them other n**g*s lives
options to live as opulent
Bar Harbor shop, take the crew to Nobu while found blue occupancy
A long way from Briggs Chaney
Wheb rolling up bush was my
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
the only way I can live
War, money, cash, drugs
Got me feelin' like AIDS
Walkin' inside the club
38 snub huggin' my waist like it had arms
Then I bear it,
remy in iF I GET I'm GOING 2
A supermax but then again
I rather shoot it out with police - snitch
On me i gotta kill my co-d's
Don't ask me why ima og -
of broken rocks
Whether heard in herb spots, jukebox or malt shops
Uncut live, drop eighty-five, in one shot
Spotlight hits the metal mic, majority stare
and can't hold jobs
I look like I'm wearing a ghillie suit when I'm not
Roll out ghost of Camu on the pegs
Might pedal by the police
Tuff with two F's
of broken rocks
Whether heard in herb spots, jukebox or malt shops
Uncut live, drop eighty-five, in one shot
Spotlight hits the metal mic, majority stare
goin down
Gettin round
I'm the spook that sat by the sound
F***ing with Sadamn will bring a new Saigon
Ain't nothing changed PE we be the same crew
my pocket
Yo heard, with my head I cock it, and rock it like that brother in colors
'Cause I want y'all to live, my crew is 2 Live, we sneakin'
that got the shorties in the smash)
Take one (take two) We comin through for your crew
(Who are you?) Talkin about you man (you can't Wu)
But you
Alright, before we get it started
Before we did 'smoke two joints', that was Jack from the Toys
And that song 'Rivers Of Babylon'
Was written by
[Chorus]
Will you live in hope or dark desire?
What can I say?
F**k love give me fire
Have you seen what I've made beneath the wreckage?
Just suffer
two make sure you got a dope crew
Not some crew, that's like an anchor on a shoe
A mad crew, that's of some benefit to you
Lesson three, might be
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