Lyrics:
guy lie dead
Two shots dead to him chin, enemy or friend
Fake the funk, I put the junk to an end
Now who the rude bwoy wan' come test, doh?
I find
polyester suits"
Well, one day, up the avenue
There was a man surrounded by the Fort Greene crew
He said, "Hear ye! Hear ye! Come one, come all!
styles
Takin' out wack MC's by the piles, for real
Episode #2: God's Gift
I have no strings to hold me down
Beware of the Tupperware
It's
and stand tall
Coronavirus is taking over the world
Ruining lives one by one we’ll be gone
Right now we in the middle of crisis
The countries in lockdown
We were riding the waves of stardom on high
When it all came crashing down
We'd sailed round the world
By the power of tits
Like rapists of renown
the batty guy lie dead
Two shots dead to him chin, enemy or friend
Fake the funk, I put the junk to an end
Now who the rude bwoy wan' come test, doh?
I
the jet up two by two
Ladies first, don't take your heels off
We only fly commercial on single digit seat numbers
So make room overhead for six LV duffel
[Liffy Stokes]
the stress of everyday living is slowly corrupting my soul
Im 2 months out the joint on papers walking with 3 years parole
I did 4
*Liffy Stokes*
the stress of everyday living is slowly corrupting my soul
Im 2 months out the joint on papers walking with 3 years parole
I did 4
Let down by a nation,
More interested in war in this nation,
When children are sleeping at railway stations.
No home or money,
They wish they could
Yeah we let you know, yeah we show you what it is
I remember back in the days memories of Kool Herk Man
Funk Master Flex man that made ya head jerk man
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
His crew they doing what they do
Follow orders killem all entire house and families 2
Rise 2 power like a king
Rain of terror in the spring
Weathers
goes for bad reviews, good reviews (uh-huh)
Any press, the news, I don't watch the two, I watch for crews
"Triple Optic" cockpit views
Bird's eye,
goes for bad reviews, good reviews (uh-huh)
Any press, the news, I don't watch the two, I watch for crews
"Triple Optic" cockpit views
Bird's eye,
High off the perky I had to pop 2
Don't do the codeine I'm sipping on juice
I know you a fiend that go for your whole crew
Ain't trusting no one I cant
place with 'em, bring 'em home still grim
Caked with the bronze clay from the park pitch by the gym
Helicopter high, twin blade propellor, hella live
to you I bet it sting
You wanna ride it your hide is divided
By my 2 thumbs ?, I murder it when I get inside it
Hit it till you get it, then get
I'm willin' to bet, you're willin' to sweat (yah)
But illin"ll get you - (bruised), I kill and I step to - (crews)
And abuse two's and three's, who's
heart,
We've been owning this art since our flow in the park.
Verse 2 â?? Mortar
You can't serve me like Serena and Venus,
Comparatively I leave you
yo (jump) yo (jump)
(first family) for the two (oh) oh (oh)
Follow instructions! crews, listen!
Who, is it? move (bounce!)
First family move
a live action crew
Show me some love and I'll be sure to slide some back to you
My rhymes are absolute but no vodka
in my cup it's enough to to transform
I know I got religion
I belong to the laws and crew
You see we fought when we get happy
That's the way we Christian do
Oh
(Have you been tried-)
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
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