Lyrics:
We sweepin' shit with a broom, we the clean up, crew
It's hitters for hire, lil bit
Yeah, we sweepin' shit with a broom, we the clean up, crew
I came
lives, it breathes,
it talks, it lies, it has a personality all its own.
It is a genie that grants all the wishes you could
ever dream, at least in my case
and hussle
Nigga we got dem flippers for that ass
{2x}
Verse Two: {Yella Boy}
Like Black and Moe I got this shit sold
Cock diesel by my side another homicide
you make in two weeks
Look, you don't have to play fly in here (I'm not tryna play fly)
Yo, I can tell you're fly by the weave that you wear (weave?)
you make in two weeks
Look, you don't have to play fly in here (I'm not tryna play fly)
Yo, I can tell you're fly by the weave that you wear (weave?)
my drawers show
And let them get so low
That I can let my funk fling out
I'm talking about when the nuns get naughty
When father hits the forty
(Shhh,
of theirs
Looked up, down went the girl with the fake hair
The other two got popped, couldn't blast back
The liquor store crew had a nice payback
And it
get out my way coz fuck it I'm going
Im making my own moves all that in silence
I'm all in my own groove just minding my business
I live by my own
on the dash roll a dolla do a line
pump RBL's maybe 1 2 3
or the funky shit by the I.M.P
now im high like a motherfucking jet
fuck a 9 to 5 im a juke on the set
zapco, alpine
Put the coke on the dash roll a dolla do a line
Pump RBL's maybe 1 2 3
Or the funky shit by the I.M.P
Now I'm high like a motherfucking jet
freeze right there
All run scared, gear 2nd not prepared
Like a dragon they be hunting me, a legend
I'm the heir shock you like nani
You're welcome to spar
Aye aye aye lot out phew phew
Babyblue yeah got me feeling blue oh
Caught up with the crew yeah baby baby
Babyblue nah what am I to do nah living
Eah
Take a listen
Bitches wanna come at me drunk
They don't know about this G-Funk
Driving round in Suzuki Swifts
Finding a reason to have another fit
a hurry
I'm singin' my baby boy Troy he'll be two next February
I'm in the crib with my man my nigga Van Dam
An were thinkin' of an outta state plan peep it
the funk on cruise
While you snooze Pete Rock is steady paying his dues
Putting styles on lock and making beats by the bundle
Scooping more props than Bryant
Hop
First we hit the Irish Pub
Everybody gotta little Irish in em'
That's Irish Love
2 shots of Jameson
My whole Crew like the United Nations
Native
사람들의 예상과는 달리
독자노선을 결정
2년간 Mixtape 둘 EP Album 둘
정규 2집으로 증명
No crew no label
그냥 나와 내 fan들
옆에 있다가 손 내밀 때마다
잡아준 형제들
혼자 이뤘다 떠드는
애기들 에게 말해
fuck your swag
어느새 네
Before we break you and ya lame crew
Give an inch and these chumps take two
That’s why we bust the 1, 2, 1, 2
Trust that we’ll meet up soon
You know aint
the world ain't a place for some
Too bad chance ain't afraid of nothin
Except two black hands in the face of death
We can change the rest
NAHFAM lives in
lifestyle that I live
see im from the crew, dangerous bitch
tellin everyone bout this freaky shit
I know this girl named Annette
Get her all alone and she'll
wanna leave you waitin'
Fresh out the pot like new work
Hot on the block cuz my crew work
Get it clear, nothin' sweet round here
Catch a flare from
cause your thot thangs in my suite
And we taking off
Got all haters mad when they look at the sauce
My crew is the last ones that you wanna cross
Too
a fuck
What you hoes got to say about me Hillwood funk
Chorus
Third Verse:
Stop short in your tracks
Gats got the place surrounded
Sounded two warning
One break don't take so where's the beat
Good stance while it lasted and your crew is elite
Arm fold I was told cause it's all a repeat
Nouka:
Gee I
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