Lyrics:
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
She's fine too, but I want you...
[Verse 2]
Admit it, I knoe you want me too
Don't cha?
You got sum street love in my crew
Don't' cha?
You can
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)
1-2-1-2 unhh............ 1-2-1-2 mic check 1-2-1-2
1-2-1-2 unhh............ 1-2-1-2 mic check
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
Imagine over 100 dinosaurs attacking you
That's my crew, straight from the VA zoo
Keep your head up or be ready to die
Yours truly, SupaFriendz franchise,
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
were pioneers we engineered then
Took her out the garage
Took her out the garage
Then broke down on grime street
Surrounded by pirates
Shipwrecked, ship
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
the base (base)
Look ya dead in ya face now tell me how good does it taste (Ross)
Willie Fal-con, I'm the Dow Jones
Down South where them D-Boys ground
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'
Intro
The number one set and sound...live! Ghetto Music. Produced by
KRS One.
Widdy bye bye bye bye bye bye bye
Widdy bye bye bye bye
cold beat your crew up
If it gets thick then number two-a, pass me the ruler
Click Click...Booya!!
[Chorus 2x]
[Rock] If you don't know like I know
Then
yet
Im passing the checkered flag by myself , I haven't thought of a way I could lose yet
Put the Chrome Hearts label right up on my crew neck , Im cold
Knocking down your towers, Knocking out them cowards
That's why I see hate in your eyes
Despise the face that's sour
Mean-muggin' ain't shit to me
Phony,
the Neptunes (get down)
And the new label (get down)
Star Trak
Top down, chrome spinnin'
You see the boss grinnin', I'm lovin' these damn women
I let two
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