Lyrics:
a cop or two
'Cause me and the crew could still get our rocks off
The penitentiary don't stop a n**** 'cause he's in jail
Hell I'm makin' more money
chillin and
Front on this and get dissed, motherfucker
Me and my crew, me and my crew we be chillin and
Front on this and get dissed
Ah one two
but these hoes love my accent
She came up to me and said, "This the number to dial"
If you wanna make it number one, you're number two now
Mix that
I'm on two tone
These tenderoni can't get off me, I see (I see)
My slime brothers Pluto, Savage, and YB
Baby, Quavo, Takeoff (Scooter), Offset
the Outlawz
Bad Azz representin' the L.B.C. Crew
What you wanna do?
You know how we do it
Time goes by
? puffin on lye
Hopin that it get me high
Got
And as the dj plays the sparkles fly
Like fireworks have gone off
We got out glasses up and bottles high
And if you don't that's your loss
So we should live it
friends and my crew
Makes it definitely special (a-one, two, a-one, two)
Now there's no Shiny Happy People in the crew we play the rough
I got
right, get it right, spit it right
[DMX]
Moves is made, n****s is paid - that's just how it is
When my time is up, I'm a be out, but I'm a try to live
dissin' a
Unofficial that smoke Woolie Thai
I dropped out of Cooley High, gassed up by a cokehead cutie pie
Jungle survivor, fuck who's the live-r
My
know that I
Live and die for the things I do slang
I use breakin' down mics and destroyin' crews.
1-2-1-2 uh
1-2-1-2 mic check 1-2-1-2
1-2-1-2
but these hoes love my accent
She came up to me and said, "This the number to dial"
If you wanna make it number one, you're number two now
Mix that
shout-out to my man
MC Homicide and DJ Fatal!
Twin one and two my man Milk!
My man Fred Dawg, the O.G.B. crew!
Y'all know how we flow
And I'm a drop it like
Back up, back up, back up, back up
Back up, back up, back up, back up ease off
This goes out to all area crew (yes, yes, yes)
This to my BK crew
One two, one two, one two
I am the Overweight Lover MC, Heavy D
This one goes out to my man DJ Eddie F
Trouble T-Roy my partner G-Wiz
This also
back it up little for u break it
Ooooo baby e yea
I can show u how to uck it up
Give dem da 2 by 2
and then me measure dem 3 by 4 (yea)
Oh Oh
Oh oh
Mi
give it up for him, y'all
Uh, a- never been as broke as me, I like that
When I was young I had two pair of Lee's, besides that
The pin stripes
[Verse 2: Fabolous]
I like my ladies off the glass like shotin off the back board
Sexiest mommies beautiful as black broads
Cutest rude girl, thick
yo fuckin lip up
'cause money and murder is the code that I live by
Come to ya set and do a muthafuckin walk by
Deep in the game preparing for
heart's in it
And live the phrase, "Sky's The Limit"
Shame, my crew was lame
I have enough heart for most of 'em
Long as I got stuff from most of 'em
it almost took his whole face off
We got to take position ready for faceoff
With blitz like Dallas ain't no Superbowl faceoff
We form like
f'd up!
(All my live niggas hit up at your door, let's go)
(Front to the back door, say) We f'd up!
(Chicago, Philly, San Diego) We f'd up!
the f*uck would i wife me a thot?
So i can work hard while she sit back and plot
Debating on putting my wrist in a pot
Little Rascals done came and took over
det va' nåt?
Det tror do va?
Take a chance on me
(instrumental)
Nu gå den långsammare än förut.
Nej. 1-2-3-4.
Det
me wit' no other by the flow, motherfucker
Dedicated to all of those with big egos
Never fakin', we get the dough and live legal
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