Lyrics:
a 40 in my lap
Back in 2nd grade, I carried a lunch box
Turned 21 started smokin crack pots
Snortin that D by the dime
Wish I could slow down, I'm
[Intro]
One, two, Bone is coming for you
Three, four, better lock the doors
Five, six, better load your clips
Seven, eight, we're gonna test your
a Cadillac
Fresh of a jack
With two straps in a Pontiac
With only one life to live
I guess the Lord had only one life to give
It seems so trifully,
flows wit two by fo's wit sand paper
Now what is a MC if he can't flow
Up next is E-Swift and my name is J-Ro
We don't give a fuck if you down wit
out"
But as we ran, there were the boys in blue
Pointing their guns at my four man crew
They shot down one, they shot down two
Now tell me what
to live?
Y'know you really can't say that ya blame niggas
Fuck bein tame, set aflame, time to aim triggers
2Pac'll spark a revolution, fuck
watch
My conceited bitch in London
She speaks so posh nigga this that T naaa
Nigga this that woo ha
She fucked the whole crew
Now the hoes 2 live
These
grip a matic , live 4 action, this is average
Cuz when u been having, u won’t bend baccwards, knowing how u get craccn.
(((((((VERSE 2
shift
'cause I was drinkin a fifth, wit john jingle heimer smith
And here's another caper from the lyric landscaper
I write flows wit two by fo's wit sand
ask that Jesus come to my life
And be my Lord and Savior
I receive Jesus to take control of my life
And that I may live for him from this day forth
Two to the head, the shakin', he checkin', he want you to live, get up
That's the shit I live, it's nothin' (it's nothin')
I'm alive 'cause I don't
Come four by four, lose one like Dru Hill
Stay fly 'til you air sick, now that's ill
Two choices, either squeeze or peel, now that's real
What
a killer but don't push me
I OJ Simpsoned that pussy
That's the shit
Pussy taste so good make you smack your lips
I don't know about you but
I'm a beast
girlfriends
Been in the party bumping on waterbeds
Two by the leg
Two by the head
It's crazy, driving miss dasy
Got white girls going crazy
Damdama, last king
sweet pussy, let it breathe
Two fingers is all in your hole, think I can fit three
Your pink lips, spreaded and shit, let me throw my dick in
Grab my
idiot)
Westsiiiide!
(Hangin’ pondi corner an smoke nuff crack)
Outlaw! Live it up or give it up, busta!
(2PAC a di artical an dats a fact)
Ha ha haha,
fuck
'cause I do a check, nut 1 nut 2
Then I save a nut for when there's nothin' else to do
Get used to the crew, bitch, cause I would never quit
ho's something to see
2Pac All Eyez On Me, 2Chainz yeah, Feds Watching me
Too live crew, Gucci two times hit one too many bitch and I might be
Haters
fear, up for what?
Nothin but them Goodie
Verse 2: T-Bu
Osmosis, with that thang up under the pillow crush
Caught in the crossfire between Yankees
don't live by the same code
I'm respected everywhere I go
Nigga, long live Bankroll
Skip the rainbow, funny style shit
And it's straight to the pot
the benz
We drive cars
We fuck your hoes
We taking charge
We get the dough
Yall niggas pussy
We cut your face
We in your hood
Every fucking day
[Verse 2
no thing for us to blast
(And twist your cap and leave a hole in your ass).
Verse 2:
I'm scopin' niggas out.
Show me the trigger and watch me
yo fuckin lip up
'cause money and murder is the code that I live by
Come to ya set and do a muthafuckin walk by
Deep in the game preparing for
mo' dough
I need all of mine's—more pussy, more hoes
I-I need all of mine's—and yeah, publish it, can't forget publishin'
Nigga
Just ride, don't
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