Lyrics:
I didn't do, I'm still thuggin with the crew
Because once you snitch then you threw but if you hustle then you true
Would you live for this shit?
hot, turn into Fort Knox (bitch know)
It's Ice Cube comin' straight from the gutter
Westcoast Don, you fags undastata (?)
[Jayo] (verse two) {:59}
hot from the start
Off the chart it'll Still live on continue to run this marathon
They could separate us by place, they could separate us by time
We
Rip rip odb
Ok I'm always living like its a year ahead
And it takes two steps with two feet for one to get over it and ahead
And
I'm too laid back,
to you, you ain't even tall
Fake niggas in my crew, had to cut them off
I'm Rook son, but ima Nana's boy
I was always in some drama, tryna make some noise
I
She buying Yay
We by the bay
Do that every day
We smoking dank
Out by the lake
Fucked up off the drank
Just popped a molly
This shit a hobby
Shit
Uh
If I suffocate
By being way too
Deep deep in this shit
My family know me to well my brothers might repeat this shit
The roots of evil, too
2live crew shit, I rap a lot about new shit
This that country rap tune southern fried funky shit
I am the antithesis or opposite of monkey shit
Bout to do the damn thing you know
1, 2, it's live
I'm about to take these boys back to the dirty
Back to the mud
Some of these old country ass
he say when you done cussin his by"
you aint thuggin you lie bitch
brave till we die bitch
[Verse 2c: Horse]
??? a nigga that would kill something
Down here we like it big, on that Dirty coast
Big money swanging whips, cause we serve the most
We live by that G code, that's what gangstas do
2 Ghetto
intro
Ah grand ma use to make Alcohol and that's how we get our meals
Some times she get beaten by the police and put in jail
Warchild
cheddar
You never
Crew terror
We just pull up our pants ain’t no two steppers
OG’s shaking my hands ain’t no new reppers
Million dollar advance I can’t do
Welcome
to the voice response registration system
of True School University
representing universally
you have added
hip hop ethics
one two zero
for
witnessing me blow up
Like seeing a tank of gas explode
And I'm, I'm high like a flight I'm sitting back of coach
By the window sipping Jack and Cokes
a days if you ain't Geein' then apparently you ain't seein'
Like a normal human being mad lives waistin'
Too many niggas that's freebasin'
Modern
Probably cause I live by the art of for-keeps
I get indicted after my product's released
We a different form, a different centrifugal force
Every line is
and ballplayers
Singers dancers and rhyme sayers
Why do us like you do
Ska doo
Fuck da residue
Frustrated 5 on 2s
No breaks for madd crews
Nowwho the fuck is you
the third world
Decipher my deceiver, make him a believer
Spittin' Gem Stars words in my mic type receiver
Bond is my life, so I live by my word
Never
Get the fuck out
Cause under my roof you live by my rules, son
I make you wanna bounce
Bounce sage Francis makes you wanna
Bounce joey Beat's beats
with my crew
You knows this much and this much is true
I watches Weakest Link on BBC2
I chills with the birds from the council estates
I goes down there
[Mad Skillz]
Rappers came with their styles and I left with their heads
Their crews became victim of the body-snatchin dread
The world is now mine,
the same old two step
While Omegas doin' the same old Q step
I had my money on my mind
I was thinkin' green
She a pledge, AKA, she was pink and green
I want
these niggas
How I feel to be a black
Man, you say something wrong
Nobody understand
Money, power, black, opinion, pick two
They would kill ya
No matter
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