Lyrics:
it and did it
Raise a power fist
24/7 just look where I was at
They fueled by cowardice and called us
Powerless and proud of it sucka shit
We gon' keep
on trial in the sky
And my story's told like a sweet by and by.
Maybe into those fiery pits I will fall
But nothing is worth it if we don't risk it all
If
conversation 'bout yo' occupation
Here we go with this mandantory time wastin'
My nigga Master P is in Suite 23 doin' hella shit (unnnnngh)
To ya relative
In
conversation 'bout yo' occupation
here we go with this mandantory time wastin'
My nigga Master P is in Suite 23 doin' hella shit (unnnnngh)
to ya relative
In
P is in Suite 23 doin' hella shit (unnnnngh)
to ya relative
In the ghetto we turnin' fine hoes into petals
hands on our metals never have to fetch
One time for the bad #####
Unbothered by you sis
She in the club doin her shit
Poppin bottles postin pictures for the gram
And when her song go
I could man up
Lil Tecca 2 Glocks you'll turn to a dancer
No fakes runnin' 'round or comin' around us
We been hot, ain't nobody found us
We on, you
doublin us, fuckin with us (yeah, yeah,
Yeah)
We ownin enough, them rollers is bust
[Chorus - Akwylah] x 2
(Murder - repeated in background of chorus)
like shoutout to the DJ for playin this song
Girl we can act like two damn fools
Have everybody thinkin we doin they dance move
Call me so I can make it
the courthouse, DMX signed autographs with a sketch artist over the face
As well as the fans caught off guard
By this star's appearances
My baby motha be
taste it, lets face it
She wanna fly where the planes is
Got her testin' out all of my trees, mint-flavors
She ? the paper
[Chorus: x2]
We stay
mafuckin' ends
You say that you love but it's all pretend
I can't even count all the money I spent
And he talkin' shit he get by the two
I get to the green my
Vic, shit, I used to be off two, three Xans
Lost E, still sick, I ain't got my mans
He ain't here, but you gon' hear him on every song
Probably doin
I'm doin my part, Wife-y, In your life see,
Forever be us, passenger side of a Bentley,
Or the number 2 bus, tell the whole world, papi
Eve don't want
and to the two
Two and to the three
Open up the door
Now we just breathe
I found my wave without the liquor
I don't wanna party
I would give it to you
How you
y'all niggaz be swingin the sting
I'm doin my thing, you only worth TWO of my rings
It's you and my team, at war for tryin to ruin my reign
Imagine
gotta talk
She know what's up
She know I'm that nigga (Yeah, come on)
Keep it solid, we two deep, walk 'em down
Me and my nigga (Walk down, aight, come
play it cool
If he act a fool, he gon' make the news
I got these bitches comin' by the 2
You say you got it, nigga, who are you?
I got these bands on me
tribes
Who live
Show your love, word up
Yo Word up, show your love
Show your love, word up
Yo Word up, show your love
Verse 2
I notice you
Doin your
survived, nigga, I'm walkin' proof
Gotta watch them niggas who only seen the hood from out they window
We was outside
We was puttin' two Swishas
The Wind
A black Clark Gable, doin 90 in the Lexus sport a fat cable
Never hold nothing back, I get the stress of my chest
Fell this so all
to the lost, our work is profound
Rewarded by his grace, he came to fix the broke
Double A A, he an ace, suitin' up the yoke
But his yoke is light, two bros, two
that shit, it's automatic out here
Doin' damage out here, yeah
I hide my anger away and I pray I keeps the rain away from me (yeah, uh)
We got
the sauce
I had to boss up
Took a loss or two
Swords are for the serpents
In my lawn n shit I got a few
Now we at the top they plot
But I ain't stoppin' tho
I
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