Lyrics:
nice ass not too toned
Feel like Kevin Gates with my two phones
Ridin' chrome glidin' by at night
People bet the stars, shinin' bright
Lookin' diamond
appetizer
Blowin' like a geyser, time only makes me wiser
Paraphenalia, and material, makes the crew imperial
I put the fear in you, sippin' beer with two
to turn up with us, then you're lucky, yeah
You're lucky, baby, you should bust it, yeah
You're lucky, baby, you should bring two friends
And some blunts
down in the sea
At a ripe old age lightning struck from the sky
And split Albert's vessel in two
One hundred men fled for their lives
On rafts
the best of me?
Death to those who testin me
Cause to test is to try to conquer
But me, I catch em (1-2-3) and do an encore
Get paid by music, no money
Verse 2: Lek Ratt (40 Thevz)
More temptation than faith
I guess we livin' for the day
I seen a man get swept off his feet
by a boy with an AK
coming tonight who knows
Where we'll end up by the morning Don't
Know where I'm headed but I'm Already
Stumbling
Make it two no chasers running on Fumes
blunt, smoke by the pound
Know they listen to my music, they fuck with my sound
I need a doc to inspect my head, I think I'm getting sicker now
Come
fast die slow live fast die slow gang gang my bro
(Verse 1)
Live fast die slow, my flow psycho, my dog my bro, push keys typo
can't snitch by code,
to the two, but we're not the ones
Brothers are flipping, some other suckers are tripping
Yeah, you gotta take a whipping to see that I'm live
hate money
(Evidence)
Yo, if you live day to day then you proabably live life
More than a cat who got a Benz, bank roll and a wife
'Cause yo, I seen
[2Pac] Live in this muthafucker, Thug Pound Biotch
Kurupt, Daz, Makaveli, Idi, Kastro, Hussein
You know bitch the whole muthafuckin' clique.
We
badgering emcees with my dialect
When I inject memory cell motors retrospect
To recollect; too genuine skills I resurrect
Directed live from the 2-1-2
to banking the shop
Bottles we up at the top
Honestly dreaming too much
But fuck it we needing a lot
We could be seeing the dream live
We could be sitting in
Mix Bacardi with the lemonade prepare the rum punch
Roll a blunt I swear its always smokey here in London
Two-step in the party, I'm rocking with my
at the concerts
[Baatin]
One, two, the whole world is
Tick tock, tick tock
You live by the clock but I move faster
Niggas is sleeping 'cause they thinking
ya together
Organize ya bones and organs by the letters
Know that you can't do no better
Than the 2G's
Yeah that's forever
Come through lay
new shit that's gone blow your mind
Got a new bitch, she stay by my side
And my crew yeah you know we gon ride
They can't find us we stay in the sky
and can't hold jobs
I look like I'm wearing a ghillie suit when I'm not
Roll out ghost of Camu on the pegs
Might pedal by the police
Tuff with two F's
a bitch easy start the count down
I finna get it get it get it turn the lights out
Down a whole bottle wilding till I get kicked out
Threatened by
the crib,
Show you how I live,
What it gone take for a girl like you to give
Give me all of you,
I'll give you all of me,
Baby girl you get what you see
We
a bitch
Re-evaluate and stop ridin' my dick
Leave that to yo main bitch, let her live once
Niggaz always surround when I burn my blunts
Give me 3 feet
fucked up like the mice in cheese
Life's a B, Bentley and big bills
Bottles, biscuits, bitches, blunts, bad boys bodying pit bulls
Karate, black belt
Especially where I'm from, we live by the gun
Put money over bitches, and die over funds
You could lie in the trunk or at the blink
Of an eye get jumped
Can't
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