Lyrics:
Shooting them head shots back
Yea yea yea
Look at the gang
Look at the chains
We get the doe
I want some more
Run up the check
Run up the check
We gone let
girl don’t want you around
You ain’t out here making moves
Live it up that’s what we do
Trademark The Block that’s my crew
I do not know about you
You
not enamored by our surroundings. She's the anti-stage mom. She's an immigrant mom who wants her daughter far away from the music business! And she is
Yeah ya don't stop
In the motherfuckin house and ya don't stop
Ed Lover's in the motherfuckin house
And ya don't stop one-two, one-two
Representin
hundred
I want to own land the size of 2 jungles
Bank account long like Rapunzel
Hair
I'm a Bajan mix with Lucian blood
Kris Irie and Chris big up ya selves
up on the motherfucking road
Hop in the mix mix mix Bragga
When we pull up I need it lit lit lit
If you can't go deep I don't want that nigga
I'ma
[Luke]
Awwwwwwwww shit! Ha ha yeah! Luke Records in the motherfuckin'
House we gon' freestyle this thing for the 1993 yo yo...
Clayvosie in
Bronsolinio
You see us shine, never a dull moment
Cause we some Dons like Hathaway, until we pass away
Laid in the earth with my mink and my drink
Good smoke
that we die)
Survival of the fit only the strong survive
(Survival of the fit only the strong)
I'm trapped, in between two worlds, tryna get dough
that we die)
Survival of the fit only the strong survive
(Survival of the fit only the strong)
I'm trapped, in between two worlds, tryna get dough
now
Kid and play it's a house party
Play some TLC aye you can watch me creep
Luke 2 live crew, make it do what it do
Can you make me dance, zapp
caught napping
No time to rest
But here, we'll throw in some stress
Add a little duress
Cuz a test is always best
For those who seek to impress
Let me
In a Two Live Tribe on a Quest
Boo-Yah straight to his chest
If they test we'll Xzibit work
Rodney O is Joe Coolio than Moe Dee G Rap and Herc
We
and I want a lot"
Shirley fainted dead on the spot
Two ushers slipped eighty dollars right out the pot
Oh shit!
Egyptian, brown skin brown suede
and I want a lot"
Shirley fainted dead on the spot
Two ushers slipped eighty dollars right out the pot
Oh shit!
Egyptian, brown skin brown suede
love's on the day you can see many people drive by
For look at the house they think they fell from the sky
They say that this place would make them
ain't trying to get by
Cause I can't just get stuck in the same old mix
Know some niggas who stuck in the same old shit
Still be thinking about all
if you was there, then you know that we got buck
So now you know, I gotta say what's up
To Big Daddy Kane, 3rd Bass and KMD
MC Lyte, 2 Live
survival
Now everybody wants to be next American idol
But these are more than just songs pressed up your vinyl
Being rich is a poor man's dream, and we
Number one, never leave this product in the house
Number two, get your own crew
Number three, gotta have discipline in your crew
Trust, gotta be
put it on my wrist
It's like I live in a toilet the way that I be shittin'
My niggas never bargain, we stand firm like a sir
I shoot you back two
coffins
We're all obligated to Juice Crew Laws
You'se a perk if you let a man take yours
Number 2 is not to follow, yo, you must set trends
And if you
left us
Well he's gone and life goes on, you know
We had a crew, but one by one we go
Memories of his face that was full of joy
Rock-a, Rock-a bye,
on
I had some anger issues starting plex
I led the crew on
I was thugging in that burg
Ask about me bitch I'm too on
Straight like that
We ain't cool we
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