Lyrics:
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
don't last too long
Pussy good, I might just have to put my crew on
Ten years runnin' shit and she know that I'm two on
Baby, don't be surprised if I
a second time to photobomb it
I live by a code of demonic, Illuminati, Obama, Hovanomics
Hold up, hurdles in life, I hop in a Turbo and roll around 'em
Ha ha
[Special K] One by one
[all three] The Treacherous Three crew, with master one
[Kool Moe Dee] I'm Kool Moe Dee y'all and I am so fresh
[all
now shake with it, shake-da-shake with it
And if the beat live, you know LilJu made it
And when I pop it, he get stiffer than some fake titties
your love 'cause I will get love from my crew (love my crew)
Don't need to lie, you with me, then just tell me the truth
I don't wanna be alone
after bitch, city after city
And I still treat'em shitty
Tell it to ya face yo, no lie
Everyday I live my life like the world 'bout to die
(Shaggy 2
somethin'
True indeed
[Chorus: x2
The one thats flowin fluently
Make yo baby say goo to me
Whatcha did to her
Didn't ask why I hit her for
Cause
it up
Beat it up
Okay
Five, four, three, two, one, lift off
Honey, I'm home, shoes gettin' kicked off (uh)
Every time I turn around, a bitch
yourself by yourself
In a nice place ducked off with fucked up health
I done been strucked and snuck, but never fucked and stuck
My life is four
nitro is like my crew into a crowd
I'ma take a minute or maybe I'll take two
To introduce the Too Damn type posse to you
I'ma start the introductions
It's the jump off (Come on)
I been gone for a minute now I'm back at the jump off (Jump off)
Goons in the club incase somethin jumps off
And back up
Fifty Grand
Kick beats like Van Damme
That fighting ass nigga? Yes, it's the B
I break with the bonus
Bumrush bums and bitch-ass opponents
Bucks plug out
whip
You catch quick those who catch it most don't last it down on Doogan
They rollin' two deep, so they ain't too sleep and crews creep but they
shake
Rattle and roll and wreck shit like none
And beat a nigga ass half silly on the one
Fuckin' A! Fuckin' Jay! Ill with skill
So ladies, step up, I get
out her mind
Put on AP, and I wear by the two
Gossipin' bitch, she can't hold in the truth
I hit 'em both from the back, by the two
I flew
(Ayy, Southside, where'd you get all that drip?)
New chain on chill but I'm hot as two suns
Protectin' the brand, I went bought some more guns
able to control this?
I know some fok' that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard the explosions
Same shit happened back in Hurricane
Fat Joe the Don!
And Mr worldwide reporting live from the east
Ross the boss, Mr mauricio
I know paper, can buy the newspapers
Millions now, billions
Ninja Nicki, where Ninja Man?
I don't need a hundred niggas, lil' bitch, me soon come
Dripped in YSL, one thug and one gun
These bitches gon' bow down
man Frankie, a rock the house
I can't forget Doo G, rock the house
And my man Cool V, a rocks the house why'all
Ah to the beat why'all, you don't
the jump off (Come on)
I been gone for a minute now I'm back with the jump off (Jump off)
Goons in the club incase somethin jumps off
And back up before
for these kids as victims
Fuck the system
You give a kid 30 cent and think you sponsor somethin'?
I feed a village by myself nigga compton comin'
Purge
Damn Hype
One and um
And two and um
Every Friday night we like to cool at the jams
And if the MC ain't workin, I smack the mic out his hands
If the beat
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