Lyrics:
(ch'yeah)
I ride with the homie to the judge (facts Styles)
Loyalty and love (talk that shit nigga)
Homies is family, but not blood (talk that sass, talk
on a new beat with a loose leaf I'm the crew chief and not losing truly
Had to Do Me when I was moving two things then I had to turn brand new leaves you see
two, Scotty beam me up yo do you copy
The crabs at the bottom of the barrel tryna stop me
They're grabbing at my ankles as I rise they think they've got
two, Scotty beam me up yo do you copy
The crabs at the bottom of the barrel tryna stop me
They're grabbing at my ankles as I rise they think they've got
, double O two
And my crew roll thick like BIG
Act up, and be puttin' that ass to sleep
You got nothing for me, been there, smelt the dope and
Rollin' with
And you don't stop (right)
You got Original Flavour (right)
We bout to blow it up (right)
I got a couple of friends with me
Many styles, many styles
savages to roam in the streets
Live on the run, police payin' me to give in my gun
Trick my wisdom with the system that imprisoned my son
Smoke a gold
savages to roam in the streets
Live on the run, police payin' me to give in my gun
Trick my wisdom with the system that imprisoned my son
Smoke a gold
(Brrt, brrt) Three ninety two, switch it out with the cat
I count a million right here on my lap
Bought a new Spider then take off the plastic
I
soundin' all the same
Tell 'em Wu-Tang is on your brain
Survival of the fittest in cold days with no money
They don't want me with stacks, they better
with high ceilings
Funk Doc to the spot freeze
Creepin on MC's like Vietnamese in army fatigues
Def Squad representer
Hit yo' ass up from the bottom when
up
Speakers by the corner 2 step ngikhombe bhasi
Mommy on speed Dial I'm coming back home
Hold up priest with the church offering
I still gotta ride
trigger to a barrel
From the bottom of your heart
'til death do you fuckin' part
Do you understand to live, to lie by him
Is to share your soul, Lord
dawg it wasn't a rumor
[Chorus: x 2]
I said Gangstas ride (Ride with me)
Gentlemen live your life (Live it up)
Cause Gangstas die (We all gon die)
And I could style on you
Something down to hell with this
You can't style on me
Nigga I'm out of your league
I'm liable to be a liability'
You plan
And I could style on you
Something down to hell with this
You can't style on me
Nigga I'm out of your league
I'm liable to be a liability'
You plan
a thousand next
And I could style on you, something down to hell with this
You can't style on me, nigga I'm out of your league
I'm liable to be a liability'
like a jockey it make my face twist
She got the whole world
On her backside she like to ride with the top down, live a fast life
And when she get it, she
do is strap'em up appointed you
They clap you up and we
Live lives with thears up
Lookin' at my neck and wrist thing
That cost a kill or two
How
(5) Only strong will survive
(4) Cause we live by the sword
(3) Plus sixty degrees
(2) For the black and the blue
(1) For the sun.. step into
see me with Boy Better Know
I've got some sort of firearm in the pocket
So if I don't send for the bucky and pop it
Send for the taser
Put it on a pussy
hard for niggaz to
Stand up
Tell your crew they don't want it with us dude
And if them motherfuckers do, bust a motherfucking move
Stand up
[Verse 1:
the strange name
I show no shame
Cause god gave the me the gift of game
Now, who are you?
Mutha fuck you and your crew
You think of drive by's
Nigga I will
like a Pokémon, let me peek at ch- let me not (hey)
Let me be ya rock (hey)
With you at the top (hey)
Key to ya lock (hey)
Makeup or not
You a baddie
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