Lyrics:
Frosted steel hanging on my neck
Check my checks, you know I'm back
I just took the flight to Dubai with my crew by my side
Got a girl on my thighs for
We go wow, ba-da-da-dow-da-dah-ow
Either stand tall, just sit the fuck down
All the way from the 2-1-5th to Bucktown
Brace yourself, it's about
the blues
Gotta flip the record over, it's just a reprise
A game of cat and mouse, I'm out nine lives
Bending to your will, can't register my worth
Walking
For the live ones, not the shook ones
For the riders, not the hook ones
Immaculate conception, like a black Madonna in mangers
My crew consist
called Phase 2
And let me tell ya something we're a hell of a crew
Once a week we're on the street
Just a-cutting the jams and making it freak
For you
the rich
Five, only strong will survive
Four, 'cause we live by the sword
Three, plus sixty degrees
Two, for the black and the blue
One, for the sun,
yo (jump) yo (jump)
(first family) for the two (oh) oh (oh)
Follow instructions! crews, listen!
Who, is it? move (bounce!)
First family move
Live my life by the V code
Being real is all that i know
Being real is all that i know
(x2)
gotta live through it
I break through with my WB crew Q Ball packs
The steel having niggas running
Like fire drills
We sending fronters on permanent
love is the law that we live by
Day by day I wonder why my shorty had to die
I reminice over my ghetto princess everyday
Give it up for my shorty
Caller, DTI, Top Producer, Pulse Eskimo
Fuckin' Widda Team
My two lips said "You don't wanna
See a nigga on the scene"
Go on then, what d’ya mean, what d’ya
you know what I'm sayin'? (Yeah)
So I was like aight, yo, can I get into it? (Uh-huh)
My crew down to do it, if she gonna pursue it (uh-huh)
I don't got no time for no hater you can catch me later
On a route heading straight to the paper had pull some capers
Twelve pull up on the scene,
the paper
Yes, I season chicken
Haters salty like a caper (aw yeah)
Say they got the sauce
Tell me where's the flavor (aw yeah)
All Bars they the broskis
Some
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
on my mind
I just need you here
Is that such a crime
Imma go and live life
Imma keep you close
Right by my side
When it come to you
I don't check
[2Pac] Live in this muthafucker, Thug Pound Biotch
Kurupt, Daz, Makaveli, Idi, Kastro, Hussein
You know bitch the whole muthafuckin' clique.
We
the rich
Five, only strong will survive
Four, 'cause we live by the sword
Three, plus sixty degrees
Two, for the black and the blue
One, for the sun,
the trunk
Plus the tape on your cassette
I'm from the crew called Jurassic
Stretch like elastic
Live and on plastic
Step and get that ass kicked
[Intro]
One, two, Bone is coming for you
Three, four, better lock the doors
Five, six, better load your clips
Seven, eight, we're gonna test your
Yeah
I Wake Up, Get Fly
Take Pictures? Hell Nah
My crew, 2 Live
Cooking, stir fry
I wake up, too fly
Hotter than July
Wanna kick it, Muay Thai
yo (jump) yo (jump)
(first family) for the two (oh) oh (oh)
Follow instructions! crews, listen!
Who, is it? move (bounce!)
First family move
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
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
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