Lyrics:
niggaz is flaming gats at my circle
I catch you, my first reaction is to hurt you
I hit your bird too, two in your scalp then you out
Your thug crew
me
To the end of the week, I live by the beat, like you live check-to-check
If you don't move your feet then I don't eat, so we like neck-to-neck
me
To the end of the week, I live by the beat, like you live check-to-check
If you don't move your feet then I don't eat, so we like neck-to-neck
of the week, I live by the beat
Like you live check-to-check
If you don't move your feet then I don't eat
So we like neck-to-neck
Yes, we done come a long
(Ay Ay!)
Ay!
One life
We affi live it (Let's live it!)
Two times
For all the winnings (Uh Huh!)
Three times
Because we're different (Let's go!)
And true
muh'fucker
We spray corners, stand there like you got a cape on ya, fine
You'll be wearing a black suit a long time
I put your crew in hard bottoms
a cape on ya, fine
You'll be wearing a black suit a long time
I put your crew in hard bottoms
The priest is like, "God's got him
He never did nuttin
the Haiti wear the mask
My crew in Jamaica wear the mask
Stick up kids bumping Fugee-La wear the mask
Yeah everybody wear the mask but how long will it last?
(Pxtrik, you're a lunatic)
Grr, one for them (F12)
Yo, bust it anywhere we go, live
Hahahahaha
Glee, glee, grr
Bap, bap, bap, bap, bap
Glee,
not a game
He getting beat by the whole city but he still on live screaming gang
Juvie you know that shii a shame
These n***** doing anything for
did it and got bagged with two ounces
I live a world where squads hit the block hard
Ask my man Twin when he got bagged, that fucked me up, God
But
did it and got bagged with two ounces
I live a world where squads hit the block hard
Ask my man Twin when he got bagged, that fucked me up, God
But
in limbo
'Cause one loco bro chose to dispose of you
And your skinhead crew
I ain't a house nigga with a twenty-two
I dump a hollow-point slug in
are left in limbo
'Cause one loco bro chose to dispose of you
And your skinhead crew
I ain't a house nigga with a twenty-two
I dump a hollow-point
flows wit two by fo's wit sand paper
Now what is a MC if he can't flow
Up next is E-Swift and my name is J-Ro
We don't give a fuck if you down wit
there by the name of William Brown.
I served my master faithfully for seven long years or more
Till I shipped aboard The Ocean Queen belonging to Tramore.
(America was built off lies, sex, and money)
And 12K years later
That's the same exact shit here for me
(Aww this thick broad right here I'm tryna)
Break,
to the raving
Out to the raving
Out to the raving crew
Out to the raving
Out to the raving
Out to the raving crew
Out to the raving
Out to the raving
Look
I feel blessed
Way up, I feel blessed
Way up, I feel blessed
Straight up
Look, I live the life I deserve, blessed
Fuck a vacay, I feel
Leaving a heritage for generations coming next
We live long and prosper come and watch these stars trek
Luminary beings come to earth wrapped in flesh
Leaving a heritage for generations coming next
We live long and prosper come and watch these stars trek
Luminary beings come to earth wrapped in flesh
May
By the branch at San Jacinto
Play for me a happy tune
Know of all the days I loved
I loved best the 12th of June
I loved best the 12
every punch that I swing
Its a 12 round knockout let the bell swing
Chorus 2x
I'm saying "Put your dukes up."
I mean, yeah your crew is rough, but they
'bout the paper, I was with it (yeah)
I was a shame, my crew was lame
I had enough heart for most of them
Long as I got stuff from most of them
It's
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