Lyrics:
free smoke
Love it by my lonely
But my brothers goin beast mode
Oh yeah I do this shit
Biggie where the loot and shit
LA with the crew sunrise up in
built two graves
I wasn't stupid, I was ruthless
Check the bazooka crew, they bookoos
Broke the glass slammin' my rings down
That's doofus, don't mess up,
the best of me?
Death to those who testin me
Cause to test is to try to conquer
But me, I catch em (1-2-3) and do an encore
Get paid by music, no money
want to blast or somethin
But for now I keep infiltratin these crews that be frontin
And all these other MC's be hatin it
Because the Bronx keeps
the, we the
You know who the fuck we are, but if you don't know by now
We the 2UO, me, AD, 2UO, lets run it up
I got goosebumps
Oh shit, energy in
The Mega Million hit a billion dollars this past week
I think I got a little confessing to do
Don't worry, I ain't win it
I'm still broke like you
to fight
Solid we buy bars for the crew in sight
In the VIP Dready be bringing the vibes
One glass of verve two shots of ice
Ladies shake your a** all night
don't even know my brothers name
Bill Ritchie he lives in Chicago
He rides through town in an Eldorado
Maldo black, real white so I'm lookin
And I
Locked it wit me, your legacy live on with me continuously
Tremendously I blow weed deep in my memory
You still breathe, your face show through your seeds
from, it be like run your coat black
Jupiter, keeps her fat beats by the pack
Where I'm from, nappy hair is life
We be reading Marx where I'm from
Fucking mammoth, the crew is steady jamming
Repping agnostic buddhist
Chucking claiming Janice
Prancing all over beats just like your
Boy was still
NBS snowgoons
ST dot unh!
I two step with the
Toolette like "Who's next?"
My goons rep and honestly we some crew vets
The people screaming,
wouldn't do that
Two twos, me and my crew are shopping
Don’t hate, man a the darg, give me the loot
Fam i don't wanna stab man
I don't wanna shoot man
I
on
Ain’t from a gang but i bang with my bros
Call me a crook but i live by a code
If i do dirt do that shit on my own
And if i get caught gotta walk it
when I'm sippin' that Act
In the alley with two or three packs
Riding 'round, three or four straps
Baby come and fuck me perhaps
If you can't take it,
deep
Chadwick was a real one
And also Long Live Jah cuz he done gave me a reason
That's on God
On God
One two three lemme hop on this beat,
Cuz these
Of the of the auditorium
Exit's are located on your right and left
Paid my dues spread to tell the truth
When I'm in the booth if water rise
We'll go two by two straight
Intro:
Old dawg, old dawggy, dawggy dog
Woah deh deh, woah..
Chorus
Old dawg like me
We haffi have dem inna two's an three
An everybody
Intro:
Old dawg, old dawggy, dawggy dog
Woah deh deh, woah..
Chorus
Old dawg like me
We haffi have dem inna two's an three
An everybody
the street just to cop a yout'
Question him, attack him, lock him up cos' his face he screwed, pay my dues
Still this crew be clocking me like "he's not right
Hmph
Yea
Alpha of the pack leader of the crew
Full moon all my dogs out here running loose
Moving in silence don't tell nobody not that I'm hiding
I’m vibing by myself. But we live with it, when the crew is at the helm. And you can fact check. Full steam ahead no need to back track. Any time they
You say one for the treble, two for the time
Come on, y'all, let's rock this
You say one for the treble, two for the time
Come on
Speech is my
If you don't like me, I ain't feelin' your ass neither (ha ha)
I need a true diva, pushin' a two-seater (yea)
That's alright, let my wife, my crew
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