Lyrics:
I hold Mac's with 2-1's
plus the deuce-5's at my side so I got two guns (That's right)
Chorus:
It don't stop til the casket drop
Quick
supplyin' me
Cormega represent a live nigga dynasty
9's and Tek's, my hollow heads outlined your vest
My only fear is twenty five years of death
One
you see me in the mix
I can't trip about no bitch
You was only gone for the last few months
Two different lives, you was living it up
Go and be happy,
that it is some ol' real niggaz
Chorus: Cee-Lo (repeat 2X)
Whether you slang 'caine, or you gang-bang
or work a nine to five, just tryin
wide
Cause my verse is flowing trough the wicked southside
From the 8-0-5 to the 2-1-3, puttin' it down
See a lot of Triple see
Dedicated to my
in yo' eye, blast, make the party live
I live the unusual, crucial life
So pay attention when I come through for you and your crew
As just a man
a fo'-five
Lick you up in yo' eye, blast, make the party live
I live the unusual, crucial life
So pay attention when I come through for you and your crew
agreed
If she wouldn’t live for her, she could live for me
But what part did I play in my own conspiracy?
A life given to her was a life taken by me,
Back when I was five I used to get high
It was two thousand and four it was no ninety nine
Chilling with my guys back in elementary school
I was
We had light
Harry crum
Kevin Chiles and fritz
Can't forget baby Maine
AZ
Von Zip
Back by popular demand
Harlem all in the mix
The best out
Same gang
shawty just defacing
Everything you stood for
Heart attack like I be Kira
Turn your crew to a two seater
Take an L and wear a wife beater
You drunk as fuck
the judge was Kurupt
She was caught with Pete Rocks, and never handcuffed
Called up her Uncle Luke, whose Crew was 2 Live
That had some Peter Gunz, like
He fell in love with the nuclear strike of a rose firmly pinioned beneath two incisors
And bathed in the morning light
She said, stay one more night
don't bleed
Royce 5-9 don't bleed
Rock City niggas don't bleed
Live from the dungeon, we coming
Y'all best be running, we coming
Y'all don't want none
a plan to be really big
It’s been 5 long years but our names in the mix, and we still a hit but we nearly there
And I ain’t trippin’, not even really
traction
And picturesque when I put and mix it with verbal collage
Analysts couldn't see me if they were wearing those thick-ass glasses worn by
So what's
for guidance
Resurrected messiahs
Stare into the eyes of Gaia
Blinded by science
Ya whole crew is snakes
Put the lies in alliance
Whatever ya sellin' we
with a culled crew
Doom is what they up to
A soft kill so less coffins to fill
Less bouts of breeding
Lower the mouth breathing plebians
Simultaneously
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
ain't get his gwop
He told me meet him by the bridge, I get there in a hurry
Got me worried and it's probably just a minor mix up
He said: "Nah Los,
Where the hot girls at
Right chea, right chea
Over there, over there, over there, over there x2
[Mia X]
I'm the bitch that say bring it
chilling, I grab the Buddha, get my crew to buy beers
And watch a flick, illin' and root for the villain, huh
Plus, every morning, I go out and love it,
one on one
This is Basik Yo checking in one two
Watch out for your whole crew
We might do them by the two's
Three's and a hundreds I got you in
ride
I'ma take a second and I'ma just rewind
They turnin' up on South Lime
Baddies free by midnight
Haley's workin' so I'll slide
That mean shots are 2
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