Lyrics:
brothers never heard of me
Yet I'm a meance, yo, police want to murder me
Heine dark drinker, represent the thinker
My pen rides the paper, it even has
a dog, call me a blood hound
Throwin' blood in the air, leave blood on the ground
Niggas'll trade they soul to be Drake or J. Cole
Live and die for this
on y'all
[Tekniq] uh huh..
(you don't know me and you don't know my style [Method Man])
[Verse 1]
The two headed dragon breathes fire, blows flames,
homicide's my lullaby
Hang with the homies and learned to kick it until we die
Boss players you wonder why
I live the life of a ghetto kingpin, just let me
the ocean waves
I just hope for all our lives
And pray that I survive
Four ships are lost in the stormy conditions
The spirits of the sunken crews
knew how to guard they grill, this would've never happened!
I put two and two together and I came up with four
You are forever, forgot, forbid,
no playing with a full deck
[Chorus: x2 Ice Cube]
Lord please, murder my enemies (Yeah)
Burn em at a thousand degrees
And lord please let me make
a
Prince of a town called Bel-Air
What a man, what a man, what a man
What a mighty good man
What's your man got to do with me?
I got a man i'm not trying
(Cookin Soul)
A nigga never been as broke as me, I like that
When I was young I had two pair of Lee's, besides that
The pinstripes and the gray
ho's something to see
2Pac All Eyez On Me, 2Chainz yeah, Feds Watching me
Too live crew, Gucci two times hit one too many bitch and I might be
Haters
compose a poem for the many gun-slingers
R&b singers, perpetrating guns with two fingers
My style is perhaps one of the foulest
I inhale large clouds
and comin' for the head piece, protect it
Fuck it, two tears in a bucket, niggas want the ruckus
Bustin' at me, bruh, now bust it
Styles, I gets buckwild
To the top wit my niggas
Pop wit my niggas
Drive by in whips, rock rocks wit my niggas
Break day on the hottest block wit my niggas
Just cause I
[DMX]
another nigga off the chain as me
I'm so fly, no lie, don't deny it, ya feel it
So inspired by my style, decided to try it yourself
Bet you won't, meet
of the best, you can't prevent it
With a ten foot pole, you can't hold em
Born to be wild is what a song once told me
Was my destiny, so I strive to be
?
In the backseat, of a Caddy
Chop it up, with Do or Die
Seven deuce five, the ride the point to spot the live hoes
Three miles per hour, like we
sometimes,is reflect my style
When I speak to hoes, Yo i always be foul
Ask em do they suck dick, can they ride me wild
Here's the day, sit down, lay down,Joe
hold me down
Gonna hear them say
Oh, oh okay
I be that, you know I'm wit it
You know I'm ready to ride
You know I'm down for whatever
I'm right by
and squeeze
Critics expecting me to underachieve
I just deal with the hate I receive
By rolling back my sleeves
Sure was a breeze, I bring him right to his
a dog, call me a blood hound
Throwin' blood in the air, leave blood on the ground
Niggas'll trade they soul to be Drake or J. Cole
Live and die for this
"Mom, this shirt is plaid with a butterfly collar!"
The next half hour was the same old thing
My mother buying me clothes from 1963
And then she lost
weed
Skunk with no seeds! - A sip of Hennessy.
Pass to D! - Or maybe movin' solo!
Never with a skeezer by my side, that's a no-no.
Tell me I ain't
of the crew you know the bond is strong
And you know who's who, so let me not prolong
For this was a night to remember
I had on the beige Tims with the two
a script a little bit, you ride the tip and shit
Too sick to get with it, admit you bit, your style is counterfeit
Now tone it down a bit
My title you
Discuss these ride with me bottom style by 2 live crew Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In