Lyrics:
literally, literary literature
Six slippery Seals slippin silently ashore
Sally sold seashells down by the seashore
Sold two shells but couldn't see to sell
flamin'
Benz be rimmed up, doo be pinned up
Bitch talk slick whole crew get hemmed up
My shit drastic, all type of tactics
Rip shit, flip shit, spit
Get marked on your chest like an X-men
Get two sauced
So screw off
I'm the beast without the blue balls
And I will feast on your crew
If they wanna beef
tips, massive damage
The path was granted, loaded gats, blast the cannon
Chipped up, live by morals, don't get it mixed up
Diss what? Millionaire
a stick up,
Money in the bag now fill up,
Everybody face down on the ground bets not get up,
One false move make your body do the hiccup.
Verse 2:
Now
gotta move on
Girl I got the fat, my shit too strong
Damn I don't smoke by the gram
I'mma roll up an eighth, take that straight to the face
And if you
she's mine
2 Live Crew, put the pussy in my palm
She put on a nigga and make a grown man cry
Feeling bullshit, I dont pay you no mind
But whats your sign?
could knuckle up, or go crew for crew
Game tied? I shoot the 2 or alley-oop
Stand down - this a hostage situation
Controlling your every move but this
two, Scotty beam me up yo do you copy
The crabs at the bottom of the barrel tryna stop me
They're grabbing at my ankles as I rise they think they've got
two, Scotty beam me up yo do you copy
The crabs at the bottom of the barrel tryna stop me
They're grabbing at my ankles as I rise they think they've got
down, ride around town with the top down
Load up, cash out, fuck the whole crew makin' racks now
Got the gang switchin' four lanes
Then we go hard in
Y’all must not know who I am
I don't get to the spot till 2 AM
Don’t be mad, lil' mama, cuz you not in
E'r'r'body wanna roll with the crew I’m in
They
may be completely
Beyond man's capacity to live
With let's forget
For a moment the complex problems we might
Face in converting from a cold war
hard for niggaz to
Stand up
Tell your crew they don't want it with us dude
And if them motherfuckers do, bust a motherfucking move
Stand up
[Verse 1:
Rock track
Ayo two cool cats who reclaim the name
Pete Rock and C.L. Smooth in this here rap game
But the good news is that there is a crew
Not 5
Mafia way, Lavish way
We Kill niggas for fuckin up the mob
Facts
Live by code die by that bitch, RIP Kimbo
When you in the hood with that chicken
slang I use
breakin' down mics and destroyin' crews. (2X)
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stunts, and drinkin' brew
For the criminal acts done by criminal crews
(2X) ‘Father forgive them for they know not what they do'
For disregarding what is
Wanna be hustling
So I'm ready to face any kind of repercussion
If its Jail or death, crippled up or broke
The only thing I'm thinking is slinging that
Shades on my face,
DC's on my feet,
Walkin' through the dirt cause there's decease in the street,
Get it up,
Get a little bit of toxic fumes,
In
shoot they ass up like rifleman
'Cause I never wore a suit made by Dapper Dan
Them punk motherfuckers be hittin' me up
And I hit 'em right back
back
He punched a hole in the wall on the way and broke a mirror, he's Charlie Mack
Down by law at each and every show
Nicknamed Al Decent but for short
Get up out my face I ain't in the mood
Cause I ain't really live my life right
So imma smoke so weed and get high
Roll another Dutch that's how I get by
Rollin' down the strip on Vogues
Comin' up, slammin' Cadillac doors
Me and you
Your mama and your cousin too
Rollin' down the strip on Vogues
Comin'
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