Lyrics:
is bright
Blind gain sight when I guide by the light
Everybody trying to have the time of their life
They live for the day then die by the night
One
know that I
Live and die for the things I do slang
I use breakin' down mics and destroyin' crews.
1-2-1-2 uh
1-2-1-2 mic check 1-2-1-2
1-2-1-2
Live from New York it's Saturday Nite
Live from New York it's Saturday Nite
Live from New York it's Saturday Nite
Live from New York it's Saturday
to come for, the wrong one to try/
If its on then its on we gon' roll we gon' ride/
Space Cadet, S-M-G we so live/
My b***h will take the case and do
back and pull strings
Yeah yeah
Used to have that fuckin' title by name
Yeah yeah now that's nothin' but some
Fire to my flame, Yeah yeah
You ain't
Two by two
Comin in two by two
Never been around no guys like us, it says a lot about you
Two by two
Fuck with my two live crew
Tell me everything
and pull out my two shot derringer
Cause yes, Heather be comes classier
Cause Heather be , Jamal-Ski, and KRS the trainer
makes up the dope crew
never die, ah!
My crew standing by my side
Pass the joint we getting high
In this life you live or die
So you gotta go outside
Go and catch some good
me
Slim doll u a bad jawn
Touchdown ina uptown
Wul crew fulla gunman
Da gyal ya bad like jim brown
Go baby go baby go
Tell a gyal u nuh d 1 nor 2
Who
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'
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?
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?
up the gang and they come and get you (gang)
Cry me a river, give you a tissue (hey)
My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin' up dope with a Uzi
up the gang and they come and get you (gang)
Cry me a river, give you a tissue (hey)
My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin' up dope with a Uzi
style, I'm still *mini, money, mini, mini,
It aint all about the money*
[Verse 1]
When I was hustla, two dogs by my side plus a black pistola
Loud MCs,
rolling off the Oxoy (oouu)
No feelings attach on the Perky (no)
My B*****s so bad look like Roxy (oouu)
Luh freak B***h always on mollies (Mollies)
More
The Bottle Yeah
Bad B***h Looking Like A Model Yeah
Everything That I Do It Be Colossal Yeah
Ain’t Going Back To Wearing Aeropostale Yeah
We Gone’ Get
know they tryna beat me
Hit a n***a baby momma if the beef steep
Took that b***h to Benihana she a cheap freak
Live a higher lifestyle
survival for a b***h
I basically live on the road
Only shit and sleep at home
Only had 2 bones
So I took the middle of toonies and said it was gold
Permanent
They coming one by one two by two
Bring your friends and I’ll bring my crew
We can all have a party yeah
One big party yeah
They coming one by one
metaphor
Two steps forward then itʼs one step back
I was raised by the streets to believe there is no setbacks Survived the gutter, step father, brother
GS's, sendin' messages
Two and two makes four, Cristal's crazily pour
Gun wars, my crew feel 'em like swords
With the green leathers, hundred pound
GS's, sendin' messages
Two and two makes four, Cristal's crazily pour
Gun wars, my crew feel 'em like swords
With the green leathers, hundred pound
DELIVERED BY c MEMBER OF THE YOUNG CREW:
MEMORcBLE LINES: (1) ”The ghetto is real son, filled with nothing but guns, drugs and buns; (2) Never seen a little
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