Lyrics:
Jack feeds on the birds of night
Not even bubbies bicycling (two-by-two) can stop the blood and feathers flying
(Who got shot tonight?)
(Who got shot
me as crazy
As the world was over this whole Y2K thing
And by the way, N'Sync, why do they sing?
Am I the only one who realizes they stink?
Should
world would tear in two
You were who I ran to
Now I can't even call, or call you my friend
Oh, darlin', it's strange 'cause you and I are strangers all
They'll be no more movies for a week or two
No more runnin' round with the usual crew
Who cares, c'mon everybody
C'mon everybody
what to say, I was hangin' by a string
She said, "Hey, you two, I was once like you, and I liked to do the wild thing"
Wild thing
She loved to do
the dough
The lifestyle I live is untouchable
So we clutch a few, guns that'll touch your crew
'Cause we learned to do what the hustlers do
Different ways
any click that's winnin' any crew
Doin' whatever's trendy, even they leave me too
Ain't enough room in this town
What is beef between ghetto word
any click that's winnin' any crew
Doin' whatever's trendy, even they leave me too
Ain't enough room in this town
What is beef between ghetto word
outside my window
Oh, oh yeah
Oh, oh yeah, yeah, yeah
Now she's doin' any for money and a penny
A sailor with a penny or two or three
Hers is
own the Village Voice
The Nashville Scene, the People's Choice
To me it's just a bunch of noise
Decided on by funny boys
They say who does
doin' my homework all-a week long
now the house is empty the folks are gone
And who cares?
c'mon everybody
Well my baby's number one but I'm gonna
smokin' on somethin'
Have you smokin' on somethin'
Lit, lit, lit, lit like Bic
SremmLife shit, bendin' by 6
2 by 2, 4 by 4
SremmLife shit, don't
what to say, I was hangin' by a string
She said, "Hey, you two, I was once like you, and I liked to do the wild thing"
Wild thing
She loved to do
the motherfuckin Wu! (Stand for it right now)
Two thousand and two!
You know how we do!
For you and your crew!
Representin the motherfuckin Wu!
Ayo catch me
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Your man on the road, he doin' promo
You said, "Keep our business on the low-low"
I'm just tryna get you out the friendzone
they're gonna have my hide
They'll be no more movies for a week or two
No more runnin' round with the usual crew
Who cares, c'mon everybody
C'mon
ain't to be held, who could hold me?
Hoes try to console me, rec' exec's want to own me
Damned if I die slowly, drugged out broke and lonely
Like so
lil' man,
Sometimes you probably wish you wasn't born lil' man,
But God know what he doin' lil' man (uh huh),
So keep fightin'.
[Chorus: x2]
out the roof
Who ya crew? Who ya gang? Who is you?
Skip to my lou
You can't hang if you won't shoot
What happen in the booth stays in the booth
We know
they're gonna have my hide
They'll be no more movies for a week or two
No more runnin' round with the usual crew
Who cares, c'mon everybody
C'mon
they're gonna have my hide
They'll be no more movies for a week or two
No more runnin' round with the usual crew
Who cares, c'mon everybody
C'mon
around the way from me
This ghetto queen got up with a king
Keep it clean and in essence
[Chorus: x2]
[Kilo]
Where the players live
Have to deal
since I was 5'8
5'6 to 5'2 the 40 divide you
According to Sky Blue
Now he repping that Piru shorty is Pi too
He don't want it with my crew
You ain't' got
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
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