Lyrics:
no
Lame ass niggas no more
Bein bullshit by bullshit niggas (for real)
Am I my brother's keeper?
Theres no need to ask, I'm the creeper
Million dollar
Shape up got clipped like a coupon
Looking for a pretty face
With a pair of breast so big
Looking like it need two bras
Hit the crew and it’s me and my
figures
Oooh, what can you do
When you can't trust your crew, time to bust out the wenty-two
Boo-yaow! Ran out of weed, so I'm sippin'
On this Hennesey,
figures
Oooh, what can you do
When you can't trust your crew, time to bust out the wenty-two
Boo-yaow! Ran out of weed, so I'm sippin'
On this Hennesey,
represent them killers cause they in my crew
[Chorus x2]
[Da Hound]
I just hit the streets with my beer
Them niggaz know what time it is
Clear up
picture, my composure plot
This is how I get through 2 d's, niggaz!
My side we ride my crew's, iller, iller!
Throw yo hood up if you representin'
but a playa hater
I'd rather kick it with the crew in Arizona
They chop game like we do in California
Another show another flow a new bank account
a breeze
When I ride by high
Sittin' on Tonas
Tearing up spots
And blocks in my hood ain't got no corners
'Cause we done chipped 'em all off a proper
Playa hatas hate me nigga whatever
I be fuckin these hoes since 94'
Screamin fuck these tricks in 96'
Real life I'll life fuckin dikes hangin with Dice
seen, DJ UNK on one's and two's
2000 is my crew, that's just a lil bit of my past
You see if you put me on, Big gon find me at last
I'm biddin it's
beanie
Hey boy, what's the case I can tell by your face
When you're in the wrong place
When you're in the wrong game
And your rhymes are lame
And you sound
[Intro]
Seventh sign mastermind in full effect, please believe it
All you suckas didn't need his death, all you playa hatas
Yell out Q-Tommy's
hoe's end up being bad news
Find em, fuck em, split em, forget em
Let the hoe go, so the next Joe can hit em
Real about this playa shit, Suave came
[intro - peaches]
Hey playas, this is peaches
And we comin' up on the new millennium, year 2k
And I'mma give you 3 points to keep you in the game
to get some change so T-Mo can stay alive
Not greedy or living' lavish yet but you can bet that when I do
Nobody from my crew will I forget
And if I
pimp playa from the two one three crew
Now look here fool if you gon bang or hang with the dog
You best to get in
Holla at er Nate Dogg
(Chorus 1x)
(W)
the Tims, keep your bread
And live good, East coast West coast worldwide
All my playas in the hood stay fly
And if your ballin let me hear you say right
You couldn't be a better playa than me
Even if you fucked every day of the week
I know you think you got it like
I be fuckin' hoes every day
tribes
Who live
Show your love, word up
Yo Word up, show your love
Show your love, word up
Yo Word up, show your love
Verse 2
I notice you
Doin your
Mercedes-Benz
Playa-Playa last seen in the
79 tall buildings whizz last spotted
In high-speed pursuit with
The CHP 2Pacalypse
Alleged rhyme boss set to have
Like sellin' pick threes
Ring up a million sales we done hit the lottery
I'm a benjamin chaser
Playa hata eraser
Police have no case
'cause I
slide by and wiz-ave
You on another piz-age
Is that the way you gon be-hiz-ave?
I know you're feeling all hurt inside
But won't you talk to a playa?
Let
had
True, I've got more fans than the average man, but not enough loot to last me
To the end of the week, I live by the beat, like you live
Ha ha ha ha ha, check out this bizarre
Rapper style used by me, the B.I.G
I put my key, you put your key in, money we'll be seein'
Will reach
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