Lyrics:
police
You and you go out the front you take the back
You cover the first two and I'll take the sack
Boomer didn't make it, neither did Stan
Now it's
at a loss style, got no cause to smile
I toss that ass all across, kinda like a foster child
[Mr. Metaphor]
It's Mr. Metaphor, everybody gather round
Live in
H-town
(Yungstar)
Out H-town, showin surround by sound
Yesterday yall got mad when I shown nuthin but ground
Im talkin shit they didn't like
Ridin marble
got you taken in the back, acting all silly
Kicking freestyle raps, rolling up Phillies
It's the four man fiasco in charge like Roscoe
Now you get
gotta school y'all to the game (one, two, one, two), you know what lets talk to em, Lets go!
(Joe Budden)
Them wolves is out nigga
(Ransom)
for my village, yeah
I do it for my pe (Aye, yes, sir)
And the blood drippin' by the gallons (Grr)
Dolo in the whip, I solo any clique
It's not
across the map
All the real live bitches all across the map
Go ahead, go ahead, go ahead, go ahead
Yeah, check it out now, like that y'all
Watch me sink
with my crew
Now every fuckin' time he tryin' to jump in line
Yellin' out, ""?? can I get in with y'all?""
I ain't feelin' sorry for him, so I tell him,
came out
Back when it was Hip Hop, two turntables
A pair of suede pumas and some fat gold cables
Now the game changed I'm adapting to that
Cracking ya
out, nigga
It ain't 'bout a check, pussy nigga
Don't check for me
For disrespect, send a bullet respectfully
I put my niggas on
You know that we next
big)
Check out my life, I live big (yeah)
Check out my ice, yes, I did (I did)
Walked in, Mike Tyson, knockin' down shit (knockin' down shit)
All
can't use dem food stamps
Other crews like to sample and mix
But our crew, we just play that shit
Live, drums, bass, keys
Niggas don't like it, you
the struggle
You know what I'm sayin'?
It's all good, baby baby (check it)
It was all a dream, I used to read Word Up! Magazine (uh-huh)
Salt-N-Pepa
to the hood
Pass them all out on the block, what's good?
I'mma put the Compton swap meet
By the White House
Republican run up, get socked out
Hit the Pres with
Microphone check, check, check two
Microphone check, check, check three
Microphone check, check, check four
What y'all niggas wanna do, how y'all gon' do it
count away 1234
Tell me, will I make it out? cannot, try to scream or shout
'Nother hit I'm gonna pow, count away 1-2-3 now
Poppin' open gallon bottle,
the weakest nigga out the crew
I probably make more money off yo' album, than you
You see the respect I get every time I come through
Check your own videos,
It's the number one crew in the area!
The Big L be lightin' niggas like incense
Gettin' men lynched too intense
I'm killin' infants for ten cents
who lives forever"
"Fuck y'all, you don't impress me and no one can test me,
An emcee so ill I got AIDS scared to catch me"
[Verse 2]
Canibus
don't like it you can get the fuck out
Cause under my roof, you live by my rules
Son i make you want to bounce
Sage Francis makes you wanna bounce
Joey
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'
bubble vest y'all (vest y'all)
And check yo' chest y'all (chest y'all)
Yes yes y'all (yes y'all)
1,2,3 Ruck and Rob be the best y'all (best y'all
Microphone check, check, check two
Microphone check, check, check three
Microphone check, check, check four
What y'all niggas wanna do, how y'all gon' do it
Microphone check, check, check two
Microphone check, check, check three
Microphone check, check, check four
What y'all niggas wanna do, how y'all gon' do it
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