Lyrics:
one
I rhyme about what I want to, microphone 1-2
You're doin' like lesser than a bomb do
T-H-E M-C O-F R-A-P T-O L-double O-K
A-T I-N T-H
That's how it is for me 'cause I live a boss' life
So many *** wanna play but still got dues to pay
Some of 'em gotta beg a *** to stay
But I don't, I
play live
Ask the people who they fly
The crew J5
We ride right into the night
Words that we write
We're calm then a settle your site
Come
Bonnie and Clyde was two kids
So good at being bad, bad, bad
I'm flirting with the check-out counter, baby
Put the money in the bag
Hello, pretty
die, you know?
But it ain't how I live while I'm here, it's how I live when I leave, ya dig?
(Life's ups and downs, they come and go)
But when I
the crew
Cause girl I'm trying to be with you tonight
and we can do all the things you like!
(YEcH YEcH YEcH WOOO!)
So baby turn up for the Onetime,
you find your star
There's not a face
Can take your place by far
So hey my friend
I'm always where you are
Hey my friend
You know I like your
story that must be told
About two young brothers who got so much soul
They takin' total control, of the body and brain
Flyin'' high in the sky,
right, get it right, spit it right
[DMX]
Moves is made, n****s is paid - that's just how it is
When my time is up, I'm a be out, but I'm a try to live
real good lovin'
'Cause I'm troubled by the things that I see
I need some real good lovin'
Ain't nobody been around here lovin' on me
So I, dwelling
base kids
So tHe gun is wHo my role model is
The illest crip in the biz
Look, I'm never Half of my steppin'
I never not witH my weapon
So you'll get got
(now) is finite
So that's why I write about my present now, so clean
Grounded like a mezzanine
Record raps like I'm a machine
Word to Major, homie,
the rabid villain, and I'm so high
Smokin' freely, me, Lil B, Reek, Mone and Shug
And my little brother James, thangs changed in the hood
Where I live at,
by accident
I had a purpose and that purpose was to beat a beat purplish
Slaughter tracks, I done put my two dimes and a nickel in this shit
I'm
wanna see you untrapped
Plottin' on another man and his possessions is wack
One-on-one with your opp, all they see is two dumb Blacks
W-T-F, S-M-H
a Mac-10
And rather live the life of crime
With my Bed-Stuy connection connected in two
It's liable to start shit too wild for you
Peace to, Baisley, Forty-P
To hell with the H2O Champagne s', agua no / The Gull Reef Club's not too ship shape Time for a party time for a break Tonight all our troubles will
Thirty two shots to split ya!
It's all about the cash when I'm fuckin' wit' ya!
John could make ya richer!
Fuck the Prince of Bel-Air!
I'm
to lecterns
W serves as the first repetition
H lines and curves take second position
A plays the third
The fourth brings the T
So hit two times so you get
that's one for you and two for me by tonight
I'll be loaded like a freight train
Flyin' like an aeroplane
Feelin' like a space brain
One more time
feelin' so high, high
Feel like I'm a God, God
Oh can we touch the sky, sky high
Baby we can fly, fly
Can we just smoke
Two blunts we got two blunts
[Chorus]
S-H-I-N-I-N on the funk
And listen to the emcees rhymin on the funk
We solemnly swear to never bust a style that's bunk
So listen to the way
niggaz
Ridin hard 'til we bury them wit'cha
Show you how much we care for you niggaz
And I'm ready to pop
My crew to 'for they let me get popped
Rest
thing I've lived by
And it's so real"
Never though a million years I would blow up
Be the one that carries the
Hood on the shoulder
And I'm the CEO, call
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