Lyrics:
comin' like I'm 2
Or maybe 3 or 4 or just a muthafuckin' crew
Late night see a drive-by drop Impala
The niggas took cover and the bitches all holla
If
Chiraq, we don't need a .38
Just two young G's, one Nike pouch and his little blade
And if you live that day, give thanks to your God
'Cause there
blast one by his eardrum
Piss run, you drop thinking you shot
Screaming like a bitch, kicks to your face
Shots to the body that shake like the bass
blast one by his eardrum
Piss run, you drop thinking you shot
Screaming like a bitch, kicks to your face
Shots to the body that shake like the bass
Party like it’s nineteen ninety nine
Fast forward grad two zero one nine
Everyday I’m wonder how the fuck I got by ain’t studied for shit ha test flight
paces then
Draw draw draw draw
Drop then draw
Drop drop them draws
Drop drop them
Take 10 paces then draw
cny any plenty
Errrway we go
Spot got poppin
Whеn you see the barrel bettеr pucker
Up for the kiss of death
When silhouettes rush ya
Cold like Russia, six feet under
Sprayin' at your crew like
the dooch powder
Summer's Eve, I drop degrees chill
Come four by four, lose one like Dru Hill
Stay fly till you air sick, now that's ill
Two choices,
death
They throw their dice for the crew
She wins the mariner and he belongs to her now
Then, crew one by one
They drop down dead, two hundred men
death
They throw their dice for the crew
She wins the mariner and he belongs to her now
Then, crew one by one
They drop down dead, two hundred men
with Po-yo, and his trunk is steady glowin
See that boy me and Poo
Hes steady jammin Screw
Two toned blades
Flippin rollin with tha whole crew
Yes that
jammin Screw
Two toned blades
Flippin rollin with tha whole crew
Yes that screw you he's a dealer
Boy had a seizure
Its that '96, Kiki locked we gon
weight in the cooter, ten plates to soup ya
One twos we oughta cruise right by the state troopers
When I'm drinkin' Cristal, start thinkin' 'bout Al
Crack your oven but I'm done
Surprise!
CHORUS X2 [Choclair] (Saukrates)
(What you want, from me)
(Nigga, Nigga)
When ever I move eyes glued
I drop shit
One two, one two, one two
I am the Overweight Lover MC, Heavy D
This one goes out to my man DJ Eddie F
Trouble T-Roy my partner G-Wiz
This also
fingers
Bring in competition and face this Nina
Got your whole crew doing subpoenas
Hell nah, you ain't seen a crew genius
Murder whoever's between us,
you I'm gon' shoot ya) hey
Raindrop (drip), drop tops (drop top)
Smokin' on cookie in the hotbox (cookie)
Fuckin' on your bitch she a thot, thot,
you I'm gon' shoot ya) hey
Raindrop (drip), drop tops (drop top)
Smokin' on cookie in the hotbox (cookie)
Fuckin' on your bitch she a thot, thot,
your never mind
I've been gone too long
True or false, right or wrong, haha
Hello Weezy, welcome home
Yeah and Imma
Blunt blowin'
Polo draws
to East Greenwich through
Every state with a sentence
Frozen weight in the cooter
Ten plates to soup ya
1 2's we oughta cruise right
By the state troopers
around no guys like us, it says a lot about you
Two by two
Fuck with my two live crew
Tell me everything that's on your mind
And show me what you gon do
drop it low
And bust it open money
Cause we throwin' Lou
Women all in they birthday suit
If Jackpot your favorite crew then
Pop that like Uncle Luke
I
a mule
to put my kids through school
Live by my number one rule, got to support my crew
I’ve got nothin’ to lose, divin’ head first in the pool
I’ll be
your seat at?
Where your plate, where your lobster, where your sea bass?
We ain't never left, acting like we back
You should see us now taking pictures
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