Lyrics:
Uh
(Deo)
Alright, bet, punch me right here
Come on
Young as hell with two K's, I was always gettin' Live
Before we ever heard of strikes, we was them
more infinite too
Bad boys or bad boys two
Suddenly I see more in my little shop of horrors
One day they'll see
That it's only big me
I been grinding
Chauffeur, once around the lot, Rodeo Drive is where I shop
[Chorus: x2]
G'll show you how to emcee
Live and direct from Hull City
Martin G'll show you how to emcee
Live and direct from HRE
Martin G'll show you how to emcee
grill,
But still, I can't do this alone,
My crew's line, so I slip two dimes into the pay phone. . .
OPIO:
I'll stay home, get some rest, call my girl
gon' do
I'ma pop off with the crew
So, then what you gon' do
I'ma drop that heat too
So, what you gon' do
I'ma make everyone who doubt, me doubt
to LA, On the Way to LA
Two Men are Left, the Captain and I
No Fearless Crew, No Fearless Crew
Strong Will to Live, A Need to Survive
No Fearless Crew
Standing tall yeah im locked with the OGs, real money hunters, getting to it by any means (standing on business)
For my 2 boys and my girl, I live n
When I was five years old I
Used to hear funk and soul
Being played out my pop's hi-fi stereo
Looking at the photos, buggin on the names
With
'Til one day I grew suspicious
When I stepped on a crack on Aunt Edna's stoop
And got pooped on by a group of stupid pigeons
Then we flew the coop
'Til one day I grew suspicious
When I stepped on a crack on Aunt Edna's stoop
And got pooped on by a group of stupid pigeons
Then we flew the coop
My mum and I we live alone
A great apartment is our home
In fairhome towers
I have to keep me company
Two dogs, a cat, a parakeet
Some plants
Will ]
Bosses will be bosses
So quick
[ Dolla Will ]
Yeah, it's the new millennium, yeah, Y2Yey
We been puttin it down right here in the Bay
Where the hot girls at
Right chea, right chea
Over there, over there, over there, over there x2
[Mia X]
I'm the bitch that say bring it
happenin
You hop game picture perfect platinum frame
2 seater black seniorita face and flame
I'm in the G-shop khaki shorts, K-swiss
College Boy, in
debate, the reinnastate, a paperweight
To rennovate, techniplate, and immigrate
And playahate, lay your face, we keep it live
When we roll, cause we
don't need no weapons
All it takes is just these four arms
1, 2
Better praise the crew, or we'll punish you
It's the 10 Commandments
3, 4
This'll be
contender
We break him in two
The whole crowd that's what we rely on
Not fame, no rich but the crew is here to carry on
Together we rise our fists, as a lone
the booth, I'm just countin all blues
And I ain't gon' leave nothin' extra
I know this bitch wanna fuck the whole crew
Let me fuck by the two I feel better
I
to call
Each and every one of y'all out let's see who's real
And who's fake when it come to the funk
I'ma bring it to y'all live and direct
body rock
Well so far you've heard my voice but I brought two friends along,
And the next on the mic is my man Hank,
C'mon, Hank, sing that song!
a game mane
[Chorus: x2]
Got white shawty cheap cheap price shawty
I'm in the club with that real clear ice shawty
I want a bitch that can do
cold beat your crew up
If it gets thick then number two-a, pass me the ruler
Click Click...Booya!!
[Chorus 2x]
[Rock] If you don't know like I know
Then
Eh yo, action, reaction
Addition, subtraction
Eh yo actions, reactions, additions, subtractions
Crews split the factions, split the fractions
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