Lyrics:
gotta eat
Take a seat and watch the streets get runned by thugs
Now stand up and watch my hustlin' niggaz rush the club
Automatic love, fingerprints,
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
nah, what do we do bruh? We're a two man brigantine, there's no way we can face a Navy like that
Handbrake turn! Get us outta here!
Well, well, well, you
2 Unlimited
Ready, ready, ready for this
Feel the base, you just get closer
Be impressed by the words I chose of
Once again kickin' it live
And as I verbalise to my DJ's cut
If we kill a wack crew or two so what
We just rock it
We just rock it dJ Jeff
Break 2
On each occasion that I perform
Swan Lake
Verse Two:
A planet ain't a planet if it don't have wars
A battle ain't a battle if you don't catch scars
A mind that ain't inquisitive
a lotta crews doing what they gotta do
Thinking all the lies is true
Mama said we gotta move, gave me a different route or two
My daddy was in the shoe, I
This shit get dangerous
Don't say you ain't been warned
What's your vice?
Let me know, got the works
Got the bars and the perks, got the white if its
getting it how I live, keep it real with that
[Chorus: x2]
Down South, yeah we ride on dubs
Abuse them drugs, and hoes don't get no love
We just
getting it how I live, keep it real with that
[Hook: x2]
[H.A.W.K.]
Down South, yeah we ride on dubs
Abuse them drugs, and hoes don't get no love
getting it how I live, keep it real with that
[Chorus: x2]
Down South, yeah we ride on dubs
Abuse them drugs, and hoes don't get no love
We just
One two, one two in order TO make a jam, kid
We gotta' get it back up in the zone
Mad shit the way we be spittin
When the writing shit is on
I'm fucking
with the younger hoes by the bungaloes
Then switch to playin ding dong ditch, when that gets
Old and too cold to hack it, threw on a bomber jacket
You
This track goes out to any one who has a dream
Mr. Criminal had a dream
But it seem like no matter what
Something would always get in the way
You
that
Big house, big fam, that shit don't get better
Tony a husband and father now, how he thinkin' it would get better
One time a mistake then, next
movin on the money then the more I get it
If you ain’t loyal to the crew then we don’t split it
I was mincing on my words but now I spit it
Had to cut you
bible and show me now
They think they know me but nah they dont know me
They say that im flexing cuz im tying to live holy now
If i drink then im drinking
New and improved, nothing you can do I got the scoop on you
My team act a fool, my women come in twos, split with my crew only
Better not snooze that's
have a band for me
Or 2 or 3
Or 4 or 5
My brother we tryna survive
And I can't go live to get mine
Steer your career
Into wreckage like The Wager,
Mark
are spies
But then long time crew stuck like glue
You never let me down always came through
Always kept the flow even when you didn't know
Don't ask
picks made it turn into crop a crew
Sometimes I get diabolical
That's part of my own biological
I talk my shit how I live it
No longer mad got em livid
bling off of ya chest
Live and direct Mista Walk in the flesh
Brought to you by the dude that always comes with the best
Obsessed that I'm fresh bouncin'
Good times, good vibes with the crew we 2 Live
In the night we got drinks and the smoke, good vibes
Working all month just to live it up
So best
to pretend to
Mary Jane is always on the menu
Nigga bring it to the venue!
Don't get me no bullshit excuse before
I pop in your city
And turn them against you
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