Lyrics:
Under the covers, two intimate lovers
You fuck a nigga like you mad at me
Throw the ass to me
You should be glad to be in the presence of a real thug
don't have no time
For you
My crew
Stay grinding
We trying get the bigger
Bag
No class
She don't have no class
Judge a book
By It's cover
Nah
Now that's
do shit that yo lame ass telling me
Ima pour another glass just to put my head at ease
You telling me how to live my life that petty jealousy
Jit let
bounce that shit
Now here I am, chillin' in the 212
I got my shawty by my side
And my two live crew
Makin' noise, wakin' the hood
Fuck they gon' do? I got
mixed the lady with my kid brother and miss, she became my sister
For a minute but then my lady started receivin' that snitch
By the nigga on tour,
"fuck my life"
Now I'm feeling fine, fuck "fuck my life", fake rockstar
Better to fuck than be fucked by but
Everyone choose number two, dumb shit
You are
where he stand, we live by law and we gon' lay it down
Tell me he want smoke, 187, that's that same shit
.357 send you to heaven, knock out your brain
With a 2 liter
Then we sat on the stairs
Bumpin' real rap shit
On our tiny ass speaker (Get high!)
I Wonder where we got that from...
Never been that
after speech time, the spark in the street crime
Niggas throwing anything at you except for peace signs
Live by the gun, die by the gun
'Til my time
too live
I just got done doing Burbank
Feel like I'm on a show living 2 lives
Tru that Tru that
Pour the Cristal won't get your boo back
I Carrey that
the stuff that like white people like
We had a piano
Somethin' bad ass, like, uh, I don't know
Like uh, REO Speedwagon or somethin'
Hell yeah
Ayo, I
real sour
But when a bitch pull up on you a pussy ass coward
Yea it 2Diamondsz I apply a lot of damn pressure
Bitch trying to scope some shit on me you
bitch
Shake that ass, ass, ass (x12)
Shake it (x2)
goes for bad reviews, good reviews (uh-huh)
Any press, the news, I don't watch the two, I watch for crews
"Triple Optic" cockpit views
Bird's eye,
a story to tell
My adversary's get popped
Got me runnin' from cops
The ghetto life be a dime
Got me carryin' two glocks
My enemies is bad
Chop
a sense I guess my homeboy will live again
In the eyes of his seed forever dad
No one to call on when momma is doing bad
Mad at the world for the pain he
goes for bad reviews, good reviews (uh-huh)
Any press, the news, I don't watch the two, I watch for crews
"Triple Optic" cockpit views
Bird's eye,
ass Bitch?
I'm garbage straight trash laugh Bitch What?
Bitch who is you mhm never heard of you
Saucy on Da beat got the whole fucking crew
Sick with
KRS One is just the guy to lead a crew
Right up to your face and dis you
Everyone saw me on the last album cover
Holding a pistol
Something far
the streets will catch you slipping, rock ya steady
Watch your back with your homies that you feel is real
Your homeboys from your crew, yeah them the ones
though he don't react
When the gun is in his hand
Better have a team we gon' bit through
Mad crews even got your moms screamin'
"Them dudes is bad
loving my style (She love it)
I got a tooly with me with a silencer on it so it don't make a sound (Shhh)
Pew she loving the crew
I need a crib by the lake
plans I can't say and I smoke you bitch ass niggas Mary Jane
Cuffing that bitch nah fucking that bitch
Nah fuck it imma cruise that whip
G43 by my side
on the move
Now yo nigga stretched out on the news
I stayed down like tru
Yea I be grooving when im counting up blues
All my butches bad I got em by the two
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