Lyrics:
Back from the dead second L.P. here we go
Comin at ya from the R.O.M.E.O.
Pistol packed with a crew'o fly slimmys
Hat turned back in some Airwalk
Its been a long time kickin' this and everybody knows it
Oaktown still in the house, but I suppose its
Time for some more shit
So yo peep the flow
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,
they can't stop crack
The police department, is like a crew
It does whatever they want to do
In society you have illegal and legal
We need both,
And all that black homies know me
So they throw up the set as I crew so deep
Bouncin' more just Some text missing
Everywhere i go
All I see is T-shirts
that we die)
Survival of the fit only the strong survive
(Survival of the fit only the strong)
I'm trapped, in between two worlds, tryna get dough
Hitting it close to my back, my whole click stay strapped
On some Queens bridge survival shit, we strike like that
Full force, we blast at your main
Ninety-ninety-motherfuckin'-two
Straight from Jersey, the Philly blunt lives on
Yo, B, tell 'em how this shit goin' down
Time, time for some
tonight"
So we journeyed to her house, one thing led to an other
I key in the door, I cold hit the floor, looked up and it was her mother
I didn't know
a different route
I am the pick of the litter
I was in juvy, they gave me community
I had to pick up some litter
I want it easy, please do not tease me
I
to say
Okay
Uh, another day in Coronavirus, hope we never touch like papyrus and a stylus
Old school meets new school, don't want to waste your time
do
Nobody, no one does it better
Look out the window and drank and chill out we get high
It's 1a.m and the crowd is still live
Relax to the groove by
the ones who want to get you for your dough
want to be a (ow)? Be a (ow), on the low
[Loon]
Yo, it's only right that you hold me tight
Even though we
Yo 'Pac yo, I heard you got beat up by the police
Got a big fat lawsuit and everything
Niggas just wanna know
If you still gon' be on some
Environmental alarm
To all not some
Good God
Cause we don't get two of em
I was told that oil and water don't mix
But the new world order
Got a disorder
that we die)
Survival of the fit only the strong survive
(Survival of the fit only the strong)
I'm trapped, in between two worlds, tryna get dough
(Baby, you know, you know, you know I need your love)
You cannot find no one better than this
Try to do right by you, but we can't mix, I tried
tonight"
So we journeyed to her house, one thing led to an other
I key in the door, I cold hit the floor, looked up and it was her mother
I didn't know
friends
See in this game you get schisted I get some niggas that don't like me
See the Ghettos trying to kill me, and the feds want to indict me
On a murder
fucking limits
Shout out to Uncle Luke
Shout out my bitches too
We the 2 Live Crew
Two for me, two for you (woo)
Feed them bitches carrots
Fuck 'em
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
the brightest
The feat not divided, the love is divided
And I just got it thank God that we got it, blessed
I don't know what I would do without it
Crew look
house is nothin like the Covenant
We hold big shit like a bitch hold one in the oven
Well if it ain't drama, money above broke bitches
Simple
a limousine with a chauffeur
Phone bill about two G's flat
No need to worry, my accountant handles that
And my whole crew is loungin'
Celebratin' every day,
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