Lyrics:
Intro:
A-yo man chill let's take this moment of silence out for my man see-A Dogg.
Claude Austin. Rowdy 9-5.
Hook:
1-2 to the breaker 1-9-9-5, Jamal
Seven niggas with a common dream
So I made a crew
Stanx crew best time of my life
See I have been dreaming my whole life
That's why I do anything just
where I learned the principles
I live by, whether they were cool or unaccepted
To my youngins don’t be out there moving young and reckless
(Hook 3)
submit to any other emcee
Be a duel to the death either him or me
And as I verbalise to my DJ's cut
If we kill a wack crew or two so what
We just rock
be like me, He'll never be like me
Cause I'm a P-IM-P
I got 1 Up on you, So bitch fuck your crew
I got the flower power, Fire ball
Bust you in two
I
your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?"
"This m.A.a.d city I run, my nigga"
If Pirus and Crips all got along
They'd probably gun me down by the end
One for the money yes uhh two for the show
A couple of years ago on Headland and Delowe
Was the start of somethin good
Where me and my nigga rodes
traumas but they don’t forget me
A sick fiend, I’ve got 2 left shoulders
Fueled by liquor cause I can do less sober
I wish my whole crew gets older
but too
Don't gotta be your best but I'm in your Top 3
I can take yo girl with no designer on my t
Yo need a dope track gotta run it by me
Gotta run it by me
It's a kodak moment
We the three live crew
She like dark skin niggas
Like I'm kodak to
Bitch I'm in the strip club
With ho you call boo
And she
a Mac-10
And rather live the life of crime
With my Bed-Stuy connection connected in two
It's liable to start shit too wild for you
Peace to, Baisley, Forty-P
out where I'm at, she gon' get a attitude
Long Live Ese , won't forget about my brother
A 4L cooked the beat, can you believe it's not butter
Big GFN,
baby!
Gotta get this money baby!
50's and 100's baby!
My whole crew be sonnin' you
What you gonna talk about wit' a gun in front of you?!
that shot at me
I think I`ll probably, ride by and let `em sample the varieties,
My hollow ain`t easy to swallow,
Like them five dollar bottles,
Kill
slide
And later we got moves but for now we getting high
Dank with the pack so you know we getting by
Crew stuntin
Star studded
Fuck with us cuz we gon
until we get so high
Bangers only that's that shit I live by
Don't get it wrong you knew the whole time
2 Asian women that's for Taps and I
Yin and Yang
the impression
Everything I drop, out of the question, stop the guessin'
It's hot, flows provin' I pack 'cause my dough's movin'
My whole crew up in this
of the question, stop the guessin
it's hot, flows provin I pack cause my dough's movin
My whole crew up in this muh'fucker
We spray corners, stand there like you got
school, woah
Music and uh yeah, the hoops aye
You know we don't fuck with no school, woah
These bitches I meet them by two's, aye
But I still do not fuck
the dooch powder
Summer's Eve, I drop degrees chill
Come four by four, lose one like Dru Hill
Stay fly till you air sick, now that's ill
Two choices,
Do I have to walk around and call you my boo?
Do I have to buy you things and talk to your crew?
Why don't you see what I really want is for real?
all a cop thought of
We live stool pigeons smokin in salt water *pigeon*
Only my lord and our crew know what happened to him
His family prayin 'cause
anyway, what can I say?
Oh by the way, it's anybody 'kay?
So when you in LA, or nigga round my way
Give me a holler on the 310 or 213, yeah
Haaaaaaa This weed got me trippin somtimes I see ghosts
I'm visualizing crosses damn it's really posters
You think some fuckin body despite my 40 crew punch
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