Lyrics:
The price was like 8 digits, a long way, shit
Got the beachfront view, V 1-2
Cop you one, cop me one too
On the place, jet ski's parked by the lake
No
the Lands, Beemers
To the Lex
Now Busta Rhymes, what you wanna do
Represent for the motherfuckin Flip Mode crew
Aiyyo-y'awwwwl, one more time I come
touch up your shape up when Doc spit on the iron
What it is my brother?
(Trying to live my brother)
How you live my brother?
(Real civilized brother)
I
of pen and pad
Playin' instrumentals off a tape and then over-dubbin' what I had
It was everything, because I had nothin'
And man that was alright,
What's beef? Beef is when you need 2 Gats to go to sleep
Beef is when your moms ain't safe up in the streets
Beef is when I see you
Guaranteed to be in
I'm goin out baby uzi, style
Catchin bodies like I hit skins
The hostile juvenile, fuck what you heard
More four-five, motherfucker die
My crew is
you motherfuckers babysitted
I smash the critics like a overhand right from Riddick (yeah)
Come and get it, shitted on villains by the millions
I be
own two
No crew just see what this Mac-11 gon do
Plenty bodies gon be dropping soon
As I come through
Hop out let it rip head slugs go threw
Take a few M-16s to the hood
Pass 'em all out on the block, what's good?
I'ma put the Compton swap meet by the White House
Republican run up, get
But what more can I say
I've never been defeated
By a half steppin' mutha fucka
Clutchin' on the microphone
Sucker I'll break ya bones
Better leave 2
Had to hit my old town to duck the news
Two-four hour lockdown, we made no moves
Now it's 4AM and I'm back up poppin' with the crew
I just landed in,
'm ghostly
Rush me, 'cause you ain't gonna live to roast me
I'll have my motherfuckin' ass kicked by Moby
If I let some bitch in the can like 'Bis cop over
the worst {What about dem po po's}
I wanna put em in a hearse
They took me to jail wit 2 keys in my back trunk
Fresh out the county still smellin like about
time for your mind, one time)
Yo, whatever
(One time for your mind, one time)
Ayo, Nas (what up, Paul?) Kick that fuckin' rhyme
Check it out
When
thousand and two!)
Soul power! (For you and your crew!)
Soul power! (Representin Wu!)
I'm a dollar and a dream from seein' a brick
In grimy hallways,
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'
the kitchen, let it ventilate
Cause I let it sizzle on the stove like a minute steak
Nigga, I was crack in the school zone
Two beepers on me, Starter jacket
BEATIN' I'll just say "let's roll"
I make another record and buy some gold
I keep rhymin' and I do it by myself
I'm like a one man crew, you see I don't
anyhow?
Our time is up
(One, two, three, four)
Dog eat dog, every day
On our fellow man we prey
Dog eat dog, to get by
Hope you like my genocide
What's happenin', man? This TIP, you know?
I'd like to dedicate this song to anybody who done ever lost somebody
To the grave, to the streets,
{NERRRRRRRR-VOUS!}
Okay.. this album has been funded
By the Blastmaster KRS-One Fund
Ha ha ha ha ha ha hah!
You know what? We're gettin {NERRRRRRRR-VOUS!}
Okay,
on a nigga's ass, tell me, will they blast me?
I think of an alias in case these crooked bitches ask me
Now it's gettin' crazy after dark
These narcs be like
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
Bitch, don't call here anymore
With feet like Ben Vereen's
Bitch, don't call here anymore
No no, no no
What up? It's Hittman
I ain't at the crib
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