Lyrics:
It's the number one crew in the area!
The Big L be lightin' niggas like incense
Gettin' men lynched too intense
I'm killin' infants for ten cents
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
7 my clique
By number 8 I'm over-payed my money surplus too quick
I'm number 9 she know I'm fine but she also think I'm stupid
I outsmarted you I
Well I got nine lives baby I just keep comin' back
I got nine lives baby I just keep comin' back oh yeah
I got nine lives and nearly lost them all
of baking soda do the rest
Holler at my neighborhood chef, Raul
Known for cloning chickens and turning one into two
That`s what he do for a living
That`s
1979 I been a hustler on the go
You know the drill, my mission for real, a mealticket
You feel, we slowly but surely approachin seven digits
One two three four five
Shots to the face get live
Six seven eight nine ten
Bad bitch fit em all in the Benz
One two three four five
Shots
One shot
Two shots
Three shots
Four shots
Five shots
Six shots
Too many drinks in my system
Camera phones yeah we got them
Losing focus
Seven shots
the bass ride out like an ancient mating call
I can't take it y'all, I can feel the city breathing
Chest heaving, against the flesh of the evening
Sigh
until we get so high
Bangers only that's that shit I live by
Don't get it wrong you knew the whole time
2 Asian women that's for Taps and I
Yin and Yang
don't stop
Don't, don't stop (Jay)
One, one, two, two, three, three
The, the Hollis, Hollis crew, crew
For, for, for, for, for the love now
Cool
don't stop
Don't, don't stop (Jay)
One, one, two, two, three, three
The, the Hollis, Hollis crew, crew
For, for, for, for, for the love now
Cool
"At 8 you're a sucker, at 7 a motherfucker" (Repeat 4x)
10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4
3, 2, 1 reasons you'll never be this raw
My crew is representing for
either him or me
And as I verbalise to my DJ's cut
If we kill a wack crew or two so what
We just rock it
We just rock it
DJ Jeff
Break 2
On each occasion
young
Young, Young Gunnas
Three, two, one
[Chorus]
[Young Chris]
It was a friday night and the bass was bumpin' (whoa)
The honeys was rockin'
able to control this?
I know some fok' that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard the explosions
Same shit happened back in Hurricane
I don't wanna live no more
Sometimes I hear death knocking at my front door
I'm living every day like a hustle, another drug to juggle
Another
submit to any other emcee
Be a duel to the death either him or me
And as I verbalise to my DJ's cut
If we kill a wack crew or two so what
We just rock
position of number 19. Hmmm... Not alot of
people remember that. But, I do! Cause I played on them! Hah! Si! Now look, Murders in the Rue.... Oh by
the way,
body rock
Well so far you've heard my voice but I brought two friends along,
And the next on the mic is my man Hank,
C'mon, Hank, sing that song!
the wrong tune make me
Pull out them instruments
I put a nigga under good car when I fire ten
Fucking with my bass I get it
Drumming with a nine then
Get ate
on linden in the one-nine-two
Forever writing never biting ain't shit else to do
Hoping to battle, but most mc's ain't ready yet
But if they utter one word
for my village, yeah
I do it for my pe (Aye, yes, sir)
And the blood drippin' by the gallons (Grr)
Dolo in the whip, I solo any clique
It's not
you should let me love you)
For the first time, hit the bass line
Count to seven then to eight, nine
We can waste time
Find a dollar for some great
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