Lyrics:
live I'm comin back to find you poppy
What y'all niggas wanna do?
Yo we can take it outside
Ya'll niggas want something?
Yo we can take it outside
live I'm comin back to find you poppy
What y'all niggas wanna do?
Yo we can take it outside
Ya'll niggas want something?
Yo we can take it outside
Mafia way, Lavish way
We Kill niggas for fuckin up the mob
Facts
Live by code die by that bitch, RIP Kimbo
When you in the hood with that chicken
back and pull strings
Yeah yeah
Used to have that fuckin' title by name
Yeah yeah now that's nothin' but some
Fire to my flame, Yeah yeah
You ain't
[Intro]
One, two, Bone is coming for you
Three, four, better lock the doors
Five, six, better load your clips
Seven, eight, we're gonna test your
small
Arms and hair pin triggers
Dare niggas third in my crew
It's known killers
Model hoes that sniff blow
With hour glass figures
We live for raw sex
yo (jump) yo (jump)
(first family) for the two (oh) oh (oh)
Follow instructions! crews, listen!
Who, is it? move (bounce!)
First family move
you gon get it how you live cuz..
[Hook 2: Nelly]
This goes out to my West Coast crew
Now hold ya Dub up in the airr if ya feel me
Fuck em all
(make ya scream out)
Some people really are (still)
Still dreaming (st-still dreamin')
(O-o-o-o-one two one two
Some dreams stay dreams some dreams
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
[2Pac] Live in this muthafucker, Thug Pound Biotch
Kurupt, Daz, Makaveli, Idi, Kastro, Hussein
You know bitch the whole muthafuckin' clique.
We
you're in front of the barrier or not
I want you to make some noise (make some noise, yo)
(One, two, three)
Listen up lil' man, they call me Big Chip
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
holdin' pies
Impliment a plan and and you'll surely rise
Just promised by the man that controls the skies
Don't you see, I know that shit's so ill
Better
us cause we wont fuck with you.
We just a regular everyday normal crew,
Once a month we get drunk and watch Terminator 2.
We just a regular everyday
we are fragile and would be damaged by
An encounter with the thing we dread
The active variety is something most
Of us have experienced at
Some point
[2Pac] Live in this muthafucker, Thug Pound Biotch
Kurupt, Daz, Makaveli, Idi, Kastro, Hussein
You know bitch the whole muthafuckin' clique.
We
How 'bout we hit the club and
Walk up straight through VIP
How 'bout we get some Puerto
Rican girls and Japanese
How 'bout we get some strippers
revelation, analyse
Losin' two wives livin' two lives
Crew rise American Cream new guys
Two hundred pies get rich and plan sweet
Rappin' like mines you
bitch
This Detroit fuckin' 2
My thoughts is all black, yeah, I'm back to the roots
Fuck your white flag, ho, I don't want no truce
And we all in
die or somethin', everybody falls
We live by this shit
You got money, you fall, it gon' catch you
Want the whole team rich
Want the whole team
up]
Give it up we want to live it up [give it up]
Give it up for the most slept on since pepto bis when
time warner let go prince
Ridin by betta get yo
yo (jump) yo (jump)
(first family) for the two (oh) oh (oh)
Follow instructions! crews, listen!
Who, is it? move (bounce!)
First family move
nothin but them platinum hits
And the two dog groan, sittin' on chrome
That nigga on the mic str-8 gone
My whole crew lives illegal
Strapped with
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