Lyrics:
Y’all must not know who I am
I don't get to the spot till 2 AM
Don’t be mad, lil' mama, cuz you not in
E'r'r'body wanna roll with the crew I’m in
They
***MICHEL'LE***
Keep my kids frost like they was born in east L.A.
Told yo' buy yo' weed by the ounce, twins lets bi-dounce
That shit they talkin' don't add
without trusting
Yea too much hate when ya crew hot, too much love get you 2Pac'd
Too much bread over here get you stalked by the feds
The IRS and a few
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
Verse One: Sadat X
This is the stick up boom music for styles to flow free
But y'all know it's me or could you tell by the spree
the book
A Mastermind
Never do a thing irrational
Lives forever, these tales are classical
Velvet bow ties, bulletproofs in the tux, when I roll by
In
left us
Well he's gone and life goes on, you know
We had a crew, but one by one we go
Memories of his face that was full of joy
Rock-a, Rock-a bye,
Ladies and gentlemen
Right here on tonight's stage
We're gonna have two savage minds
Two ruthless battlers two gruesome souls
Go live, right here
In
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
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
Nigga shot him, but, shit, he got minimized
We was livin' by, ma would go inside behind the window, hide
Fee-fi-four, niggas slide
Tryna dodge bullets
only recognized by the intelligent
Took the negative and positive, 'cause niggas got to live
Said I got to get more than I'm given
'Cause truth'll
me
To the end of the week, I live by the beat, like you live check-to-check
If you don't move your feet then I don't eat, so we like neck-to-neck
call it New Jack, yeah, yeah
Bitch, I got a blue Jag
I make that cash talk
I got a new house
You wanna get in, need a passcode nigga
Two twenty five
to
Ice on my wrist diamonds, I like dem
Rings plati-num, cousin been had dem
So bring ya whole crew star
Mi nuh 'fraid a dem
Ugly gal CHO! We nuh waan none
Yo, this Tone the referee, knawhatimean?
And I'm about to bring y'all some history
We got the best of both worlds
And I got the Get Fresh Crew
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
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
And I got the Get Fresh Crew
Doug Fresh! (one, two, three, come on!)
[Jay-Z]
Mirror mirror on the wall
Whose is the freshest of them all?
I love
comin' for your (crew)
Flyin' guillotine (style)
With the name Meth-Tical
Is it on?
Is it on?
Is it gone?
If I ain't on ya records then
Inner City Posse holding it down
Playing that day ol' by the pound
Catch ya in the south side running things
Fools are straight up living like kings
to live?
Y'know you really can't say that ya blame niggas
Fuck bein tame, set aflame, time to aim triggers
2Pac'll spark a revolution, fuck
my pocket
Yo heard, with my head I cock it, and rock it like that brother in colors
'Cause I want y'all to live, my crew is 2 Live, we sneakin'
a façade (façade)
'Cause if you live by the sword, you get judged by the judge (judge)
'Cause these niggas crash dummies (crash dummies)
These niggas
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