Lyrics:
the scrutiny
Niggas screwin' me
Two and three, truancy
Four shots, one toolie, G
One eulogy (French Montana)
Hope my mother and girl, smuggle in pearls
Such a pleasure to come home
Cuz I...I have a very special love for this city
Well all right, well okay [x3]
Well all right [x3]
I wanted to make
money
Dick's live
If ya wanna rip five
J's then we'll get wild
Passing three to Cassidy
We blaze as we dip by
Central High, it don't get no better, bruh
Verse 1:
Don't underestimate the reach
Here comes that city brother who lives by the beach
Defari work for Likwit organize
Dodger hats
I'm willin' to bet, you're willin' to sweat (yah)
But illin"ll get you - (bruised), I kill and I step to - (crews)
And abuse two's and three's, who's
Poverty
We can finally enjoy rap music without unpleasantries
Look my rhyme scheme is already increasing by like 3
And they finally fixed the infrastructure
3x)
(Minneapolis, Minneapolis, Minneapolis)
So, if the people laugh and giggle when you tell them where you live
Say “Shhh!” Say “Shhh!”
If you know
1 2 3
Action
오늘 하루도 난 내가
좋아하는 걸 할 거야
And it's all planned yeah
I don't want waste my time
시간은 내게 너무나도 중요해
Turning 25
I gotta better run yeah
지금은 뭐라도
Hell naw, I got ta strike
If I want to live tight
Plus ah..we takin over..this whole town
And if you happen to bump into me or my crew nigga bown down
it too
Point 2
Niggas greedy and they never feed their crew
Point 3
Niggas cower to these crackers like some hoes
But always talkin bout what they-a
Do
always owe that
Two steps forward three steps backward type flow
That's got to go
Defari got a hot show
Trademark of my crew
Live
decapitate your head with my wreck
When I fling it like a frisbee, I know two LP's
Could bust a dome down into three different parts
Plus I have some CD's
ho fin, mekyea EBOLA
Different euphoria, l so no complains about me morals
One, two, three, I chose to be me No matter what, me I won't retreat
You
[ Havoc ]
Yo, this Havoc the Mouthpiece from the S.C.C.
I only got three words to say:
South - Central - Madness
[ Prode'je ]
Hoo-ridin in
learned to paint them pictures that shit came with critics
Aye like that first time she had stop by and cop that three five
I had to gone head and get with
take out crews as a hobby after two in the lobby
Me, Mike D, and my beatbox Robby
Sendin kids back to the lab for more practice
The only way they'd
better be glad
I got 3 strikes because back in '85
I'd been done gave your ass a black eye
See I been waving at your ass all week but all
You do is roll
we live by ( gun shot )
Chorus:
""K Chrys""
Everybody put them L's up .... You rockin wit da Lost Boyz (put em up)
Everybody put ya hands up
pimpin that's keepin me above the water
Fuck a bitch, get rich and live the life of a baller
'cause a broke bitch ain't nuttin but a downfall
Unless
me dead they think I'm the nigga
that put they partner 6 feet under and left his son with no father figure
I live day by day not giving a fuck and when
Hmph
Yea
Alpha of the pack leader of the crew
Full moon all my dogs out here running loose
Moving in silence don't tell nobody not that I'm hiding
Rally's n got 3 for 2
Getting plugged in life that's how we do
Trap all summer first day nice shoes
Ladies lookin at em like who dat dude
It's jay Bandz I
to lose
Live by the rhyme
But I'ma die by the booze
Xzibit breakin' down niggas
Who got somethin' to prove
Here we are face to face
Nigga make
arrived safe in Gambia River lost some silver sugar stock delivered sadly half the crew succumb to shivers
And all these dastardly circumstances followed
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