Lyrics:
You ain’t out here making moves
Live it up that’s what we do
Trademark The Block that’s my crew
I do not know about you
You wanna see what we bout
like it's two of me
Evidently, I'm hated by a few MC's
But so what? I just max like I'm playing the sax
And take the crowd to the climax
Yo, Cool J,
gunsmoke in Tokyo
MC's dosey do your mics up in this rodeo
My star roast em up by the thousands, millions, quadrillions
Shuttin down national state buildings
time for some shit they ain't do
All because they didn't tell rat and give up the crew
Now that real nigga shit multiplied times two
If you keep it real
could never be
You intrigue from our conversation
Getting serious it's escalating
Imma love you with dedication
Fly somewhere like aviation
Doing
the only one I ever had
Finding myself in situations
Where they live for the media
Conversation so diluted
So my feelings is miniature
Nights be getting
lit
We was the type to shoot a nigga dead and pray that y'all live
So we can swing by your house and come and spray at 'all crib
Had the trap
he map
I did some track, then got attacked and all because I fired back
But now we're deep inside his heart and staging up a heart attack
Live by my
'round)
Doggystyle
Jaws open
Takin' dick
Deep throatin
Weed smokin (weed smokin)
And all that liquor got my g's open (g's open)
My conversation
My niggas come from hunger pains
Now we all rocking two or three chains
Versace everything
Spilling our drinks, pulling out minks
Live a life
nobody who know me for what I do
But they know me only for fucking half of your crew
What do I do
I'm twenty two
It isn't cool anymore
Maybe I shouldn't be
I saw it coming, I was aware from earlier
This crew's watching me, they all envy
It's cool, keep watching me i will burn ya
I'm just tryna live but
serious, in that silliness with guerrilla shit
New brand is the wu-gu
Since a toddler, headshot with loose grooves
Shoot everybody, I don't give a fuck
shout-out to my man
MC Homicide and DJ Fatal!
Twin one and two my man Milk!
My man Fred Dawg, the O.G.B. crew!
Y'all know how we flow
And I'm a drop it like
Lincoln continental
I'm the mouth that roared swore to the lord
The eye of hawk both live and die by the sword
The forbidden the six man be sinnin'
her eyes because of great sadness?
Don't think about why and how. There are many ways to continue this conversation. A serious decision must be made
That's all that I did
Bring my crew up to another land
And see how they live
I'll probably work my ass
Off to my gravestone
Shorty gotta tip my head off
want to, homie
But I'm a stay short but funky
Don't stop, just call it verse two
It's Short Dog baby from the Dangerous Crew
Not your average
to the best verbalist group
That could murder your crew within point twenty-two hundredths of a second
Now that's telling the truth
I was eminent to every
down to your demise
tick tick tick 3 2
I'm blowing your heads been busting my serious sound
blood full of drama made it forget his momma
took all his
to the best verbalist group
That could murder your crew within point twenty-two hundredths of a second
Now that's telling the truth
I was eminent to every
slang I use
breakin' down mics
and destroyin' crews.
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1-2-1-2 unhh............ 1-2-1-2 mic
on, ohhh, come on
Verse Two:
Many men wit mass appeal expand across the globe by the mills,
but still I picked you like a daffodil
cause you thrill me
Back in the day we played hopscotch
Gambling money surrounded by bitches and honeys I'm pimpin like Travis Scott
This is the Asian lifestyle
Gimmie
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