Lyrics:
head
Got a bad lil b***h that be bringing home the dead
In an out of states moving fast yeah f**k a fed
Main focus getting rich plant my name
1)
I don't chase broads nah I let the broads chase me,
I been running through the city n...a by my lonely
I was down bad now I'm up like Ginobili
Ro
Now on with the show
(It's Tha Liks baby)
(It's Tha Liks baby)
One two, one two
I got a tape in my ride, made by Homicide
Ralph M
get cheese and smoke green with my guys
I'm on a green diet, I don't want no french fries
I just wanna get by, I just wanna get high
I just wanna
the motherfuckin Wu! (Stand for it right now)
Two thousand and two!
You know how we do!
For you and your crew!
Representin the motherfuckin Wu!
Ayo catch me
up in the spot, two hundred racks out
Still got millions in the trap house (stash house)
Mix the pills and liquor 'til we black out
Okay, get it
metaphor
Two steps forward then itʼs one step back
I was raised by the streets to believe there is no setbacks Survived the gutter, step father, brother
and this why I really can't f**k witcha
You moving too funny now that I get money one reason I mainly can't f**k witcha
Got you feeling sick cuz now I caught
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
Hey young world, one two, one two
Check it out y'all
Uh, Shadz of Lingo in the house
E Double's in the house with Def Squad
On the funky fresh
from fat
My projects be the livest that it gets
Watch me ---- back Tex and do murders in the backsteps
I want that be ---h with a Lex, a house out
Oh no one's safe nowadays (No!)
You ain't safe in the safe house (Noo!)
Get money out the safe house (Yeah)
Put the choppers in the safe house
the back like a crook in the black of the bushes
With the rats, the axe, and the stacks of wood is
By the garage, the Mirage tracks the shadow
My weapon is
like X and I terminate like Schwarzenegg'
Dum-di-dum rock, like Buju Banton
Soup like wonton, fuck by the ton, drums
Please, my whole crew's makin'
and these schemers
Tryna throw my life away
But they can't get me got my guys
And we gon make it out the state
Im with my crew
I got em mad now but what you
this, my niggas making legit
A Yo the movie called thugged out
End thug out, by thug out, for thugged out
You live a day in my life and just
put it on my wrist
It's like I live in a toilet the way that I be shittin'
My niggas never bargain, we stand firm like a sir
I shoot you back two
hickeys on your chest
Then turn around and blast you with a .33 shot Tec
You couldn`t rap, you was wack from the get-go
So you got bumped off by my head
Steal them solos just for fun
F%%k the law and f%%k the system
We hear sirens then we going run
S%%% can get real violent might just Slice you out your
on the track
Turning out the lights
Pleasure in the building
Feel it give me a light
Only like to work once
But the pleasure could be twice
Get live
What's up
feel so outta place yea
Like I need to pack up my things hit the door just to give you some space yea
Bout to f**k with them bi***es that f**k
givin' a fuck
I'm the drama
Mama warned all they kids about
I mash up strapped
Get my dibs an' out
Hustler musn't trustin' a gat
To keep me fat,
One more risk to take
Gotta live my life
Like there's one more move to make
One more road to cross
One more risk to take
Gotta live my life
a baddie nah make it two
Shawty's tryna be my boo back of the whip
Man they topping off the whole crew
Posted at the club boutta get the loot
Talk to much
Discuss these get the fk out of my house by 2 live crew Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In