Lyrics:
In my Lambo I just swerved by
When you see me yeah you know its Monty bae
See my shades yeah you know it's Versace bae
Uh, no worries Zoo Wap got me
and buried nigga
Don't worry if you see God first tell him shit got worse
I ain't mad, I know you're representin' the crew
And I can picture you in Heaven
can't you see I need you to stand by me
This is our time, the only life that we can live
I know there's heartache but we can stand and not give in
that poo-tang
I might let my crew bang, my crew deeper than Wu-Tang
I'm rolling with, fuck I'm saying? Girl, you know my crew name
You know 2 Chainz?
of society we'll stay aloof
And live in propriety there on the roof
Two heavenly hermits, we will be in truth
When we're alone
We'll see life's mad
WEST UP
LOVE ME FOR WHO I cM cND NOT FOR WHO I WcS
DON'T JUDGE ME
YOU SMELL ME
POP OUT WITH THEM 30'S SH**T GET UGLY (GLYYY)
B***H I'M FROM
Have you ever worn the mask one-two one-two
M to the A to the S to the K
Put the mask upon the face just to make the next day
Feds be hawkin me
the song
So see-H-P short for Cypress Hill Production
Made a little noise cause the crew was sayin somethin
People have the nerve to take me for a gangsta
was held by these two hands
He must be leaving hell to live
With a ghost of another man
My name is in the side wall
Outside our bedroom door
He can't
caught with the H.I.V. now
No life to live, doc says two more years
So after the laughter, I guess comes the tears
After laughter, comes tears
After
lose yourself
You lost me
[instrumental]
H-h-h-h-a-a-a
[Choir]
Oh
Love
Don't you see the beauty in our lives?
We don't need perfection
We have each
or MTV or Joan Rivers Fashion Police
Not what you read in tabloid seats
These are MC's that live by the code, it's hard for me to spit it
Because
or MTV or Joan Rivers Fashion Police
Not what you read in tabloid seats
These are MC's that live by the code, it's hard for me to spit it
Because
Yeah, DJ Clue AKA, William, M. Holla
With William H. Holla
The world's most infamous
The Holla family nigga
Roc-a-fella Records, c
the crew, of crooked nigga too
Y'know you really can't say that ya blame niggas
Fuck being tame, set a flame, time to aim triggers
2Pac'll spark
just stare us down
Or compare our sound
To any other crew ya like
Yo, judge how ya like
[Chorus]
[Money-B]
Riding this like a roller coaster
Hugging
'mon!
[Scratching by RZA]
"Just the Method Man we sought, Mister Meth"
"Tical, yep"
"Hmmm" (repeat x2)
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, c'mon!
this?
Cause now you bump heads with kids that's lifeless
I live by the day only if I survive
The last night, damn right, I ain't tryin' to fight
We can
There are bonds that set us free for all
To be who they want to be
Heads held high for all to
See, you and me, baby, bound by love
Bound by the love that
keep 'em on the run
Wise guys realize there's danger in emotional ties
See me, single and free
No fears, no tears, what I want to be
One, two, take
the Refugee Camp!
Run up on you be , and leave your seat damp!
And sell stocks slow, sellin' high, by low
From Madina up to Y.O.
El Capitan
badgering emcees with my dialect
When I inject memory cell motors retrospect
To recollect; too genuine skills I resurrect
Directed live from the 2-1-2
at the bar love shoppin'
Gucci iceberg, coppin' two, three nice furs
One for your wife, one for your freak silver spurs
Rolls Royce too good to be true,
Yes y'all, in the parTY
I be Busta Rhymes y'all
And my nigga Ramp, The Last Boy Scout
Showin you what we talkin bout, HAAAH!
Feel me out, listen
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