Lyrics:
Here's a toast to my crew
All the people who stuck wit me
Helping me get through
All the homies who fucked wit me
Back when there was so few
I will
John McCain, you can't lift your arms up
These po-ranhas, live by a certain code of conduct
Fuck fly hoes and blow ganja
He a prophet, predict shit
fiction
Gone, two years went missing
Gone, they shut down the globe
Gone, your thoughts are controlled
Gone, where they at, where they at
Tell your crew
I'm on a move
I'm with the crew
I got my shoes
I hear the tune
I get a boost
I got the juice (Let's go)
I got a lot on my mind cuz of you
I'm sliding
up police say he died hollows pointed
Damn I can't believe you God
Why you want him?
I needed him more than you, now what
You lonely?
Just two more
Bounce wit me y'all (LE)
Bounce wit em y'all
Now check it
Who get it live when the party dies down
Mysterious man showing up in your town
bouncing with my crew
They gone remember me, live from the two-hundred and two
We making history, live from the two-hundred and two
It's that young crazy
turn up
This is not no sage, burn up
Young boy getting paid, run up
I just have my way, uh huh
I'm having my way
Get paid by the day
Just like my
the shakedown
Things going my way now
Fireflies kiss the sky
Brighten up your 3rd eye
Pretty up your self boy
Doll your self up come on girl
The worlds so
dah dah dah...
Mummies dancing in the streets
DJu0027s making all the beats
Sacred temples come alive
As our two worlds collide
Chorus:
Get down
elijah come on
Byzantine links,
I'll be buying for 5 weeks
When i get that iron i won't speak i just fire it out easy
The time that i grinding preaching
your elevator go up? (Nope) You ain't rap too tight
Right, you can tell me, G-H to O-S-T
Two hundred Bees'll get you killed by coke head Skeet
This is
go come
As the scripture talk every man go off
The man thats rich
The man thats poor
Every man report
As him live him live to God
We no live two
weather
One treasure one pleasure
Choppin up chedder
Ya whole crew get done by one fella
[Chorus: SPM]
[Repeat 1x]
I swear that we eating we been on a roll
It’s time to get money hop back on the road
Fuck all that talking you’ll get your shit took
I live by
It's like when two worlds clash
I cause explosions leave a helluva blast
Guns, cash in my hood whole crews get smashed
The innocent killed, with
cause ya jaw bone to shatter
Whose skilled enough to come test the weeded two
Titans from Bucktown, that'll burn through ya crew
I got a vibe from
to stop Trillville and Three 6, Hell no
I know by now someone told you about the cracker in Memphis
Three 6 picked up two years ago, the shit was
till the neck is stiff
But she worked it and built her own nest to live
Soon after that baby's daddy slash lazy bunk
With no cash he want to come over
We clap hands like, what
What we doing is a new form of music
That got you getting out of your seats
Let it be known that your favorite crew is up in
dance like if I was Albert Alien
People just love it when the Biz starts to play
With my (beatboxing), and by the way
Skeezing with a girl is
new
It's been like that way before you was even born
Get up from the down stroke
Chocolate City for the black folks
Say it loud in ya hot pants
Everybody on the street with the moon
Dead poet on the wall
The Uber pull up with the crew
Yeah girls be all dolled up
I don't fuck with no lineup
Swing, you get up and dance and do your own thing
Cause I got the groove to make your eardrums ring
And I bring this, to all the party people that
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