Lyrics:
up new walls
Nigga, take your Mrs. Officer and set some new laws
My flow is like rubbin' two logs
Young Mula, we the new shit, new drawers, uh
Now
'bout to take your ass to school, nigga
Show you how to move, nigga, we live by no rules, nigga
Ohh, uh, one to the two, yuh
Million dollars on me
crews stress, fully on a quest
To be recognised, put up on a level next to me
And the Wise unified our lives, we bless the beat
We yet to see competitors
caught up with the crew oh
What am I to do nah living without you
Yeah I love to be behind your ass but first in lines amazing
I guess I'm Mr
trash
Ain't got real gold
He live in Brookline
He a hoe
Talks about gangs and gun nigga, cuz he's just for show
So, then what you gon' do
Have the game,
you, at the same time want to see you crumble
We gon' hustle rain or sunshine, love to see us rumble
[ VERSE 1: Mr. Mike ]
We out the do', you know
Seriously it's clear to see there ain't
No curing me with surgery
(Mr hyde) you're live at my BBQ
You weak ass faggots roast
My foes get smoked like a
Fire
dick
I'm gon' bang when I see you
So get my dick
[Chorus]
Have you ever seen a show
With fellas on the mic
With one minute rhymes
That don't come out
dancing on my neck
Stare too long and I'mma leave you like Ray Charles
Man I'm feeling like Mike puffing Gurkha cigars
Sold out shows full of MILFs man I
with my crew
You knows this much and this much is true
I watches Weakest Link on BBC2
I chills with the birds from the council estates
I goes down there
Yo it's Friday the Palladium (whattup) what a great show
Kids chillin like nerds couldn't get in so they sittin on curbs
Cars rollin by deep, you
A zigga-zigga, like I said before I love them all
Family affair, by the Legion I swear
To rip up mic stands and tracks to shreds and show no fear
One love with
affi dead a mi nuh give a hoot
Bury Dem and plant a tree Pon top
Tun Dem Ina root
Drum a carry 100
So mi page Dem bout 2:50
By 3 o clock mi shell di
Probably cause I live by the art of for-keeps
I get indicted after my product's released
We a different form, a different centrifugal force
Every line is
say, disk and dat, disk and dat
And Mr. Engineer make sure me track comes out fat
Me say, disk and dat, disk and dat
And Mr. Engineer make sure me
by the smoke
Uh uh
My memories
I'll never stop
Really really making these
Its just something I love
Uh
Two feet down
From the stress, you cant knock
If
ain't no fluke aye
Blow dat a bitch a flute aye
My bitch go tuh tuh
Aye
Yo shit sound like poop
Don't need a crew
Sliding like coop
Popping by da group
[Keith Murray] (DJ Clue)
Yeah, what up, yo it's Mr. Keith Murray
The Lyrical Lexicon, the matador metaphor (NEW SHIT)
Wit my niggas Redman
the A to the G-I followed by the A-N-T rolling with the Show be -I
Black boots, black hat, slick like a black cat
Flip like a fat cat? Never none of that, black
see-muthafuckin' Murder,
Q.B., Gotti, and Mr. Magic
When we hit 'em we hit 'em hard you heard me
Chorus [Fiend] 2X
Don't cry now
Nigga, don't wine now
'Cause y'all niggas always into somethin'
I got my new box crew we roll out on a Sunday
Not knowin' if we gonna live 'til Monday
Lookin' for bud
FaceTime unless it's coming from Ify
I was stallin to get it but now We on it for real
I get it how i live it - like the song with Pharrell
You don't see
to the two, but we're not the ones
Brothers are flipping, some other suckers are tripping
Yeah, you gotta take a whipping to see that I'm live
I don't fuck with niggas
I'm 300 they ask where I been at?
Bitch I been getting money
I said 300 niggas, 300 G's
Promoters can't stand us, we show up
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