Lyrics:
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Oooh, what can you do
When you can't trust your crew, time to bust out the wenty-two
Boo-yaow! Ran out of weed, so I'm sippin'
On this Hennesey,
again
And by the way you look fantastic in your boots of Chinese plastic
Hare Krishna, Hare Rama too,
Govinda I am still in love with you
I see you
your roof drop
House shoes, blue top, money like I move rocks
Dissin' will get you socked, and yo' bitch move wop
Whole crew popped, by this old
If a lil' nigga try me and send out a gun down
That nigga won't live to see sun up (uh uh)
Fuck your bitch and I tip her a hundred (yeah, yeah)
I
On the project stairs, once I drop to a ceaser ma I don't need ya
From the block to the hot two-seaters
Bounce if you wanna bounce, ball if you wanna ball
control I'm activatin' your soul
You know, the way the games get controlled, yo
Two years ago, a friend of mine
Told me Alizé and Cristal blows your mind
Girl, say you got a man but you don't, no
You just like to watch 'em get excited by the option
And get the hopes up high 'fore you drop 'em right
on your nuts
[Treach]
Yeah we're the thing slangers, body boom bangers
Breaking in your shit with a hanger
Damn real I'm gonna live it up
Never
don't give a fuck about you or your crew
(I'm down with the MAAD ass you know who)
[Chorus]
Brothers of the mother MAAD Circle
I'm down with
Leave us, trade a little happy on your Vickey draws
Gettin' your dance on hard, who could wish for more
And your crew's all but know it's a horse
Got
Catch me in the 80's drop
Old school Mercedes with a brand new baby glock
Right from my Lady's sock with two bodies on it
Capricorn, Aquarius
Lost so
I don't wanna live no more
Sometimes I hear death knockin' at my front door
I'm livin' every day like a hustle, another drug to juggle
Another
wants to drop some information
Just a little additive to your education
I live my life by the code of the funk
600 watt amps, 18's in the trunk
When
making, small time bacon
Two little niggas faking, talking 'bout flippin' cakes
For clothing and kick cheddar, hoping it gets better
We had no knowledge
your crew, or they might be next
Look at they man eye, BIG man they never try
So we roll with 'em (uh), stole with 'em
I mean loyalty, niggas bought
Oh, me and my cousin, one Arthur McBride
As we went a-walkin' down by the seaside
Now mark what followed and what did betide
For it bein'
what's up
Wu-tang, nigga, that's what's up
Wu-tang, nigga, Crash Ya Crew , laugh at you
You bastard, you, pass through, slap an ass or two
Hear me
what's up
Wu-tang, nigga, that's what's up
Wu-tang, nigga, Crash Ya Crew , laugh at you
You bastard, you, pass through, slap an ass or two
Hear me
Chorus: Notorious B.I.G. (repeat 2X)
I don't wanna live no mo'
Sometimes I hear death knockin at my front do'
I'm livin everyday like a hustle,
you I'm gon' shoot ya) hey
Raindrop (drip), drop tops (drop top)
Smokin' on cookie in the hotbox (cookie)
Fuckin' on your bitch she a thot, thot,
Live from the 504 live from the 504
Live from the 504 live from the 504
Live from the 504
Live from the 504 live from the 504
Live from the 504 live
of the woods
It's ripped, one thing for sure I'll be good
I'm 2 Live, Nasty As I Wanna Be
Don't shake your sassy ass in front of me
'fore I take you there
x4]
I got soft, I got hard, I got pills, I got bars [Repeat: x2]
Rocks under in my balls, pistol up in my draws
A bird a blow, and cable break
and measure planets by parallax
Check out the retrograde motion, kill the notion
Of biting and recycling and calling it your own creation
I feel like Rockwell,
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