Lyrics:
need for coupons
Florida Man crazy, Nasty as I Wanna Be
when beef gets 2 Live, those who pose as threats start feelin Uncle lukewarm
I'm use to such,
running this rap shit
(Watch out! We run New York)
I don't care if you Mobb Deep, I hold triggers to crews
You little fuck, I've got money stacks
Don't ever do that I run with two macs
And plus my crew back my every move
I choose givin' crews the blues
I'm open off the Damey
Obey me or get sprayed
without trusting
Yea too much hate when ya crew hot, too much love get you 2Pac'd
Too much bread over here get you stalked by the feds
The IRS and a few
catch-up
My daddy live right by the trap but I ain't gon' say I'm a trapper
Ay, Ay
I'ma tell you, no cap
I feel like she live in my lap
Her other dude fell
Pass to the crew, and to the whole addy
We dippin' early got caught by the nanny
No time for thirsty we smokin' no grammy
On the hillside and I'm boofin'
the Outlawz
Bad Azz representin' the L.B.C. Crew
What you wanna do?
You know how we do it
Time goes by
? puffin on lye
Hopin that it get me high
Got
adrift
washed ashore their bodies
consumed by nothingness
One by one and two by two
They follow
One by one and two by two
They swallow
One by one and two
crew a chosen few legit minds
Who live prime shorty's on some fly stuff
Admitted that can't resist mines
Mahogany complexion body probably dressed in
My
want a bite of this, everything is cool
You heard what I would do, and the Triple 6 whole fuckin crew
Nigga, live by your rep but I ain't takin shit
thought at night that comforts me is starving whoever's hunting me
Shit, lucky me, to be rich in a world where nothing's free
And separated from hell by
hatin' we chuck up the deuce
(Hol' up)
I came with the crew
But ended up leaving with two
An we don't do shit basic
I can't fuckin' wait for all the places
Chorus:
Honies cash weed cars
ghetto celebrities 'hood movie stars
gat slingers now rap singers are who we are
went from Nasty to Nas to Nas
35, 45, Beehive
Skydive, test drive an '09 Kia
She looks like Sia, you can't see her (Ay)
Captain America, Civil War, own three cars with two doors (Two
Caller, DTI, Top Producer, Pulse Eskimo
Fuckin' Widda Team
My two lips said "You don't wanna
See a nigga on the scene"
Go on then, what d’ya mean, what d’ya
care if you Mobb Deep, I hold triggers to crews
You little, I got money stacks bigger than you
When I was pushing weight, back in '88
You was
be alright, my crews get you fived and live right
I'm ill, so watch the bad boy spill the phil's
What is it? Mad verbal off the fifty-fifth hill
So
fucking limits
Shout out to Uncle Luke
Shout out my bitches too
We the 2 Live Crew
Two for me, two for you (woo)
Feed them bitches carrots
Fuck 'em
Live by the gun die by the same shit you bust
Fly bitches with waves from DC to Cali
Rally and tally up my dough
For the grand finale
Grapevines
want to, homie
But I'm a stay short but funky
Don't stop, just call it verse two
It's Short Dog baby from the Dangerous Crew
Not your average
gotta live through it
I break through with my WB crew Q Ball packs
The steel having niggas running
Like fire drills
We sending fronters on permanent
[2Pac/Makaveli Speaking]
Yo 'Law!
Is it cool if a nigga just get fucked up for this one?
(Sample from "Survival of the Fittest" by Mobb Deep)
I'm
This is the lifeboat Louisa Heartwell and we are the Cromer Crew
Some will sing of heroes who live by the sword
But the best and bravest never fight
Before we break you and ya lame crew
Give an inch and these chumps take two
That’s why we bust the 1, 2, 1, 2
Trust that we’ll meet up soon
You know aint
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