Lyrics:
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
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
right by Nell
'Cause I don't wanna be married, I just wanna be friends
Don't worry 'cause I gave in
Best of families live in sin
'Cause they don't wanna
war, well where that fool at?
I bruise wack rap niggaz severely punish them
Especially those that get fucked for they publishing, heh
Always gotta be
knife pulled (knife pulled)
I'll kill you (I'll kill you) if you make me (you make me)
They wanna see me shot up (shot up)
Locked up (locked up), you
there ever be peace, or are we all just
Headed for doom, still consumed by the beast
And I know there'll never be peace (uh-uh)
That's why I keep my
and go clean ya colon
Any human that be assumin'
I check my nigga Ruben for the ice cuban
Assist him in my Lincoln Ave boomin'
What's the issue? I come
really wanna show you
I had the master plan
I'm in the Caravan on my way to Maryland
With my man Two-TECs to take over this projects
They call him
York got ya
Now you wanna use my Mobb as a crutch
What you think, you can't get bucked again?
Once again
Back in the house once again
Live
come from, still gotta pack a gun
'Case some young motherfuckers wanna play dumb
I guess I live life forever jugglin'
But I'll be hustlin' 'til
they tell me who
Ooh-woo, diamonds peek-a-boo
Ooh-woo, I done for the crew
Ooh-woo, I done did the robbin'
I done did the jackin', now I'm full
mark-ass busters
Fuck the police cause all they wanna do is cuff us
The one nigga is chilly, as if his name was Usher
But I'm still riding in macks, making
holler, "Who that?"
I did a feature, they pay with Biscotti (smoke)
Used to be OG but now it's exotic (Za)
No dykes around, but my strap in the party
caught him by that store
How much you wanna bet they ass won't stand right there no more?
I'm Slaughter Gang OVO
A half a million a show
But I still
up
(Yo hut one, hut two, hut three, hut)
Ol' Dirty Bastard, live and uncut
Styles unbreakable, shatterproof
To the young youth, you wanna get
love is powerful men
The one thing women hate are brothers that bend
They act like they like 'em, But they only pretend
They wanna be with that man in
in our world to be hot stuff
And telling dudes link with crews on the block tough
Plus I'm feeling like they mock us
They think that God is old
Bitches don't give a fuck
They wanna check for your homie
Sisters love Jay 'cause they know how Hov' is
I love my sisters, I don't love no bitch
2
rappers try to faze me
They must be crazy messin with the Books and Drayzie
Big-up to Jersey and my people's out in el-a
Well-a hell-a can never cut
my pocket
Yo heard, with my head I cock it, and rock it like that brother in colors
'Cause I want y'all to live, my crew is 2 Live, we sneakin'
Been had switches, I know what them fullys do
I'm a vibe, let me know what you wanna do
Ain't no fun by yourself, bring a friend or two
(We be
York got ya
Now you wanna use my Mobb as a crutch
What you think, you can't get bucked again?
Once again
Back in the house once again
Live
Nigga, huh?! What? What?
Watcha wanna do?
Now I be Wayne Wayne Wayne, from CMB
50 shots, flame flame flame, from artillery
Bullets, they stain stain
the young 2 ones TLC's and all the DPG's
Down for whatever who eva wanna see me now
You lookin like me i guess you wanna be me now
It take a hole lot to be
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