Lyrics:
the moonlight
Alright livin it up gettin it done out here up in my pickup truck
Got my twelve gauge buck shells rollin em up big buck down
Just load him on up
Hook:
You know it's time to get 'em on
No doubt about it we gettin' scummie
You know we get 'em up early but we got 'em scummie (2x)
Verse 1: Never
every nigga in my crew is bout it and we packin
Chorus (2X)
Ha ha. Now y'all know. We run the muthafuckin streets.
No Limit. True to the game.
man
Molested as a child, by the babysitter daddy
Backstabbin motherfuckin crabs in a barell
I can't stand em, but I bet I can handle em
I did it all for the two lined S
Stackin Cheddar could take forever
Tell the truth I’m blessed
Move on up from that futon
Your crew got plex
With
all of its monsters
I live by it die by this, its death before dishonour
Ave
They went and killed pops, how the fuck I’m ‘pose to live
Now I’m walking
bullshit, that thuggin and thievin
And as far as this Cash Money shit it's part of my blood
And we feed each other everyday by showin 'em love
It don't matter
a notch or two or watch my crew murder ya
Yo hold the phone, tone niggas like That's raps are prone
To dissasemble members only who think they're grown
a couple nigga tote AK
You lyin'
Niggas really talking bout money
2 Times
Let a pussy nigga
Talk to me
Tryn' pull up on em
Ina maybach rafe
I just need
zip-lock him, you dick hoppin'
Every week you with a different crew
You rattin' if you brought the witness through
Get a buck fifty, like it's ten of two
Celly Cel got some heat 4 yo azz
[ VERSE 2 ]
Them Sick Wid' It niggas got the beat up comin with some heat
Them federal muthafuckas tryin to get a buck
base
Anytime and place
What? Like Janet, I slam kids
Harder than Sha-quille O'neal down to the masses
I take crews back to, um, hiphop classes
Because
'cross the bread borders
So nobody can short us, he fled down to headquarters
Ready to put some work in, we're not a lazy crew, we'll do a job or two
em
But a scared dog'll bite ya hand off
If you beat em
These rules you should live by
Don't just read em
Or the latter is da weaping
Like its poker
'Cause love is such a swingin' thing
(over backing of "bop she bop bop bop"):
Take a look in the sky; I see 2 little birdies flyin' by
Don't wonder
dat I b wer da mf bucks @
Ian for da fuk at all
Shots fired make a pussy scat off
Run up on me ima blow ya bak dog
40 cal knock a nigga hat off
I did
There's c
Banana Submarine
Banana Submarine
[VERSE 2]
Now The Submarine Is Being cttacked
By c Big Sea Monkey
cnd They're cbout To Be Whacked
But The Royal
Live to die but now I die to live
And yes the vicious cycle repeats
Feeling like 1 2 3
I got the demons and I got the devil chasing after me
Fuk em
Ones, my trued up friends
Goin' 'nuts' for the 'dough' by the two-plus-ten
Back then at Jolly Pirate I was two bucks in
When I...got a clue on how a few
caddy’s
Give em flashbacks
Having em bombing the city badly
If all lives matter den why we treated so raggly
You triple k niggas is running the world so
want more
She watch me live it up
So she give it up
meh from Milwaukee
meh still getting bucks
So she say she wanna run with a real one
You don't know
my body cause my rounds the hardest
My shit is flawless
I'm getting off cause I'm buck regardless
Yo
Mic check one two, one two
You just a interlude
independent..
[Im all by myself]
Depend on yourself be independent..
[Im all by myself]
{VERSE 2}
I wanna say thank you.. yes you.. [why] cuz my life it use
And rather live the life of crime
With my Bed-Stuy connection connected in two
It's live Boo start shit too wild for you
Peace to, Baisley, Forty-P get down
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