Lyrics:
Verse 1:
Never seen a nigga come from the mud this clean/ you boy be superb money making supreme/ if your grind is essential then you can live out your
You're listening to the sounds of the BBCC
Bad Boy Chiller Crew
My love for you will never end (will never end)
You'll always be a part of me
with those
Of homesick sailors as they weep
Lives cut short by tragedy
Some had just begun
Cherry blossoms on the waves
Husbands, fathers, sons
As for
affi dead a mi nuh give a hoot
Bury Dem and plant a tree Pon top
Tun Dem Ina root
Drum a carry 100
So mi page Dem bout 2:50
By 3 o clock mi shell di
Wishing for them live shows
Where everyone inside knows
This is how the mind, soul, body reconnect
Much respect to the crews who break a neck
I'm only 5'4
death do you fuckin' part
Do you understand to live, to lie by him
Is to share your soul, Lord knows, you gone die by him
I know you heard gun stories
bodies are fished out
I'm wrecking niggas one-by-one but then I miscount
Mispronounced, how do LL bounce
And get ya shit bust? I turn ya fagots into
[Chorus: Cutty Cartel]
No I don't like calamari by and no I don't eat caviar
But you might catch me exquisit at the bar
You're the finest that I seen thus
on your worst day
Live it like the first day I'm Antwan Andre
Or General Patton if you know bout Purple Ribbon or Got Purp
I, I be on that kryptonite
I didn't do, I'm still thuggin with the crew
Because once you snitch then you threw but if you hustle then you true
Would you live for this shit?
hot, turn into Fort Knox (bitch know)
It's Ice Cube comin' straight from the gutter
Westcoast Don, you fags undastata (?)
[Jayo] (verse two) {:59}
me, talkin' like y'all can't be touched
See by the time y'all realized, I be done touched you up
Blazed you up, your whole style, chump nigga, what?
Uh
If I suffocate
By being way too
Deep deep in this shit
My family know me to well my brothers might repeat this shit
The roots of evil, too
to you, you ain't even tall
Fake niggas in my crew, had to cut them off
I'm Rook son, but ima Nana's boy
I was always in some drama, tryna make some noise
I
She buying Yay
We by the bay
Do that every day
We smoking dank
Out by the lake
Fucked up off the drank
Just popped a molly
This shit a hobby
Shit
hot from the start
Off the chart it'll Still live on continue to run this marathon
They could separate us by place, they could separate us by time
We
he say when you done cussin his by"
you aint thuggin you lie bitch
brave till we die bitch
[Verse 2c: Horse]
??? a nigga that would kill something
2live crew shit, I rap a lot about new shit
This that country rap tune southern fried funky shit
I am the antithesis or opposite of monkey shit
Bout to do the damn thing you know
1, 2, it's live
I'm about to take these boys back to the dirty
Back to the mud
Some of these old country ass
Down here we like it big, on that Dirty coast
Big money swanging whips, cause we serve the most
We live by that G code, that's what gangstas do
2 Ghetto
intro
Ah grand ma use to make Alcohol and that's how we get our meals
Some times she get beaten by the police and put in jail
Warchild
cheddar
You never
Crew terror
We just pull up our pants ain’t no two steppers
OG’s shaking my hands ain’t no new reppers
Million dollar advance I can’t do
and ballplayers
Singers dancers and rhyme sayers
Why do us like you do
Ska doo
Fuck da residue
Frustrated 5 on 2s
No breaks for madd crews
Nowwho the fuck is you
witnessing me blow up
Like seeing a tank of gas explode
And I'm, I'm high like a flight I'm sitting back of coach
By the window sipping Jack and Cokes
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