Lyrics:
a drum, whoa
Right now, you'd already be home
Live on, live on
The drum life never gets old
Live on, live on
The drum life keeps going on
Verse 2:
It was
Smoke a hoe smoke a hoe smoke two smoke a few
Got my motherfuckin' crew now what you want to do?
B.U.S.H.W.I.C.K. blowin' niggas away
Doin' this type
mackin' (Uh-oh!)
(Jeah) Yeaah, bon bon bon
From P-H-I L-L-why
All the way to L-be -see, that be me
The boy F-are-Double-The-E play with mouths
I will
don't
That's how it is for me 'cause
I live a boss' life
Now this is for the B's and the C's
And the D's and the H's
And the G's puttin' work in overseas
your job every day
And then you work so hard 'til your hair turns gray
Let me tell you about life and about the way it is
You see, we live by the gun,
Find another crew of niggas that can fuck with this
Lyrical bully given verbal bruises to crews fool
You must be on dick dope and dynamite
How you
Haters wanna be like me
But they're infected like TV this is R-A-P
Not RnB
So transfer this through your USB
H-H-Hold up, J-A-M
Don't say a word like
name was Anheusur Brewery
And hittin bush by the duece
Like Jesus created two of me
Haters they make me famous
So I'm deservin an Oscar
Walkin by
twelve-o-clock
Lampin' in my drop top with my crew
Ooh, I should call my boo
Drivin' Jones Beach, have a sip or two
Skinny dip, trip, let the night flow
Maybe see
and the stationmaster's daughters
Would be searching high and low
Saying "Skimble where is Skimble for unless he's very nimble
Then the night mail just can't go."
At eleven
This is dedicated to all those who don't see it coming
[Chorus: x2]
You can live true baby you can live trife
Whatever way you chose you got
another sleepin' ass nigga got slayed, word up
By a crooked motherfucker named Stretch
And the T-U-P-A-C, the police can't catch
The crooked ass niggas
the Eastside of Long Beach, that's 2-1 Street
See we, live and die by the gun and the knife
And I, high as a kite, corrallin through the night
Ha ha, stackin'
and tell your crew, get inside the groove
We at trippy house, show me how you do
Live a hell of a life
(Hmm-hmm-hmm) Yeah, and she see me, she knows
of one-nine-eight-eight
L.A. Unified School M A H
A gangbanger from the streets taught me how to break
In South Central L.A., ay yo, can you relate?
I'm Chali 2
to think of what he's did, and if I catch him slippin'
Won't be an ass-whippin, I can tell you that
I keep it real with this cat, he go and sell two packs
wanna die alone
I can't see my life when you live this way
No-no-no, no-no-no
(I don't wanna be alone)
Saw my man layin' dead on the floor, kid I swore
That our crew will live forever, I guess I was wrong
No, until we meet again,hold ya head and stay
page from Bris
He told me he saw Sean and two chicks followed by four whips
Somewhere in the Florida sticks
It's a set up
Tell the crew to keep their
Year to hate year to hate
Year to hate y2H
This is the year to hate
To be consumed by the eternal fire
Rise up for reconciliation too late
Bury
R.O.C., we running this rap shit
Memphis Bleek, we running this rap shit
B. Mac, we running this rap shit
Freeway, we run this rap shit
O
[Intro: (RZA)] Bob Digi, you G.O.D, Raekwon the Chef, the Inspektah Deck
M.E.T.H.O.D. (Man), the B.O.B.B., straight up, Masta Killa, the Gza,
were only two words that I had to say
P-A-Y, B-A-C-K
The car's loaded with a silence that could rape the dead
Pistols clipped as the chamber's loaded
Y'all know the legendary Roots crew, it's like
You don't see us, but we see you
You stuck on sleep, get on your P's and Q's
'Cause you will get
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