Lyrics:
cards, I will fold him with the poker
You and your whole crew are like a deck of 54
So it's obvious y'all gon' steady be rolling with some jokers
don't stop
Don't, don't stop (Jay)
One, one, two, two, three, three
The, the Hollis, Hollis crew, crew
For, for, for, for, for the love now
Cool
part
Do you understand to live, to lie by him
Is to share your soul, Lord knows, you gone die by him
I know you heard gun stories about John Wayne
a rap or two
You got to give to live, than lay up with me
Can't go to streets, lay up with me
Cause I'm a fuck all night, til I turn you out
If
We are here to tell the world just who we are
Shocking female (MC's), shocking female (MC's) (Repeat 2x)
Verse 1: Phife
No need for, introductions,
(One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine)
It's the ten crack commandments, what?
Uh, uh
Nigga can't tell me nothing about this coke
Yep, yep, yep, beat it by the king pimp
Call mix if you wanna peep game simp
Freak daddy if you wanna get nasty, call freak momma fast g, fast g, fast g
(One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine)
It's the ten crack commandments, what?
Uh, uh
Nigga can't tell me nothing about this coke
away,
Not to live with day by day,
Just a walk down memory lane
[Chorus]
Business men with nasty tricks
Followers of 666,
Fame and fortune made
your whole crew put 'em all in your pocket
If your feelin' sick rub it on with Vicks
'N take two to six of our sweet super mix
Your street time is
your whole crew put 'em all in your pocket
If your feelin' sick rub it on with Vicks
'N take two to six of our sweet super mix
Your street time is
When I go to war, I dun them
Could be this crew or that crew, I dun them
Could've joined that friend up, I will dun them
Out of town, that's where
call
My down bitch, one who live by the code
Put this music shit aside, get it in on the road
Lotta quiet time, pink bottles of Rose
Exotic
Yeah, what, you
Uh huh c'mon
Yeah, yeah, what?
Nasty Nas, Virgo
Uh-huh
Ludacris, Virgo
Uh uh uh
Doug Fresh
As we go, something
featuring Master P
Huh nigga what?
Master P: Ugh!! Thugs need love too!!!!(x4)
Verse 1
Master P:
I live my life fast
on in ya
If I was fucking you right about now
You'd have a dick stuck in you (yeah)
Have to go brag to your fucking crew
On how this rap nigga dick
time to get nasty
Wiggle them ass cheeks down the pole like a stripper
Need you loose as a goose here's a little more liquor
Minaj twas two on one equal
{Stop}
What it's all about
[Jay-Dee]
It's on now
We Worldwide
Yo crew what up
Yo
I'm every MC by the name of Jay-Dee {Do it}
Yeah that's
running this rap shit
(Watch out! We run New York)
I don't care if you Mobb Deep, I hold triggers to crews
You little fuck, I've got money stacks
Honies, cash, weed, cars
Ghetto celebrities, hood movie stars
Gat slingers now rap singers are who we are
Went from Nasty to Nas, to Nas to Escobar
I don't wanna live no more
Sometimes I hear death knockin' at my front door
I'm livin' every day like a hustle, another drug to juggle
Another
her spanking eat it like food platter
Oh flow so smooth
I get flashy, photo shoot
I get nasty, two live crew
Move them asscheeks, who are you
Gotta look
talk it 'cause I live it
('Cause I live it)
I don't really talk it 'cause I live it
('Cause I live it, nigga)
You know that I got it 'cause I spend it
a sommelier
Get around town in a private Lear
And by sun down, I'm up out of here
It's still Nasty, raw in the flesh
God's Son, never gone, never left
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