Lyrics:
say my music like dope
One-two-three-four-five-six-seven-eight-nine-ten
Bitches in my bed
One-two-three-four-five-six-seven-eight-nine-ten
Bitches give
never hear it
Now we're suin your ass for sure
Got'cha spendin all ya money 'cause you need a lawyer
You got problems and ya need ta solve em
Ya
ass like a blunt
Reach for my spine, pull out my nine
Cock it one time made him lay down
Don't move around cuz your ass is mines
Gave a crook look, I
don't need no weapons
All it takes is just these four arms
1, 2
Better praise the crew, or we'll punish you
It's the 10 Commandments
3, 4
This'll be
or you've just heard
I need to think of somethin else, but look
You've just listened slash heard
The new three 6 mafia album, the "last 2 walk"
It's
This them golf boys, like them hot boys
For the nine, 9 and 2,000, but its the 2,000
When the one four and the one five, yo what up Wayne
(What up
to 'Illmatic', to goin' platinum
Shit did change course since rippin' it with Main Source
Nine-one, nine-two, time flew
Out of the blue, time for a new young king
want a bite of this, everything is cool
You heard what I would do, and the Triple 6 whole fuckin crew
Nigga, live by your rep but I ain't takin shit
to ban the sale of Miami rap group
The 2 Live Crew's double-platinum album, "Nasty As They Wanna Be," in Broward County
We think it's the banning
men n' not enough mentors
This gen looks up to the Jenners
Look up it goes on forever
3 1 4 1 5 9 2 6 5 3 5 8 9 7 9 3 2
3 8 4 6 2 6 4 3 3 8 3 2 7 9 5 0
for clappin', with one hand
Talent's on my roster this mobster'll dump land
Send a gangsta to sleep two by two like bunk beds
Never leave the crib
done told you niggas
Nine albums, stop fucking with me
I done told you niggas
The 9 on me, stop fucking with me
You niggas must got nine lives
9
done told you niggas
Nine albums, stop fucking with me
I done told you niggas
The 9 on me, stop fucking with me
You niggas must got nine lives
9
you
Man's been shotting 4s from back in
The day like President T
Frisco's back in your face
Sit down get back in your place
I'm back in the race shut ya
all live in a Jar sim
That was made by him
And his four limbs
[Chorus]
Beasten, beasten, beasten, beasten, beasten, beasten
Oh yeah, did I mention,
Cheeks, Freaky Tai
Pretty Pretty Lu, Spiggy Spig Nice Say
1 for the money
2 for the Lie
3 for my peoples in the struggle gettin by
4 Lu, Spig
represent yours Crew
Which one of y'all think you ill enough to bust A Plus
Get crushed by the stampede of the elephant tusks
We LB families niggas don't
like the past is catching up to my ass
Every day, me and Mary Jane
Every day, live it like it's it for me
Black on black in time with my roots this
ride
And kill your ass for a fix
I got some some soldiers who will ride
And pack your ass Through them sticks
So don't get Caught up in the bull shit
boom on your black ass, bitch
You could get the finger, the middle (come and get some)
I thought I hit rock bottom, they ban my album, point
and 'burbs for word placement
Back when the independent scene remained faceless
We were the only crew who promised your ass we'd take it
Mold it, shape
you're slapped
At five you're just wacked
At four you're lost
At three, you're just soft
At two you're an ass
At one, you're a dick
But before you
spent with all my OG's
I got some lil homie out here
Hungry doing some licks
I got some Soldiers who will ride
And kill your ass for a fix
I got some some
spent with all my OG's
I got some lil homie out here
Hungry doing some licks
I got some Soldiers who will ride
And kill your ass for a fix
I got some some
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