Lyrics:
the word out
Just a little different
Take the hourglass
Open it up, flip it
Jesus juice I sip it
With the crew I spit it
In my walk, I live it
I can talk but
called Phase 2
And let me tell ya something we're a hell of a crew
Once a week we're on the street
Just a-cutting the jams and making it freak
For you
a savage, go hunting with the crew
Burst up your head, nor get Wetin you go do
Boy you Better run, stop acting like you loose
I got one life
I'm tryna live
Yeah, yeah, two
(Metro)
Yeah, yeah
Drinkin' dope turned me to a superhero, yeah, yeah
Hit that pill, turned me to a superhero, yeah, yeah
millimeter cock test, wan fi' test?
And the winner is
Y'all niggas know the rules
I blast on niggas so
My fist never bruise
Land-still-cruise, Frank
millimeter cock test, wan fi' test?
And the winner is
Y'all niggas know the rules
I blast on niggas so
My fist never bruise
Land-still-cruise, Frank
One two, one two
Hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up
Yeah
I woke up, I looked up at the clock and I seen it was time
It unfolds in my eyes every
Drugs for papes, now I'm sellin' CDs and tapes
Funerals and wakes caused by greed and hate
A snake is still a snake no matter the size or shape
Those
I don't wanna live no more
Sometimes I hear death knocking at my front door
I'm living every day like a hustle, another drug to juggle
Another
'em, tell 'em, I don't need that shit
Who said I need a crew?
Who said I need a mob?
Who said I need a crew?
Who said I need a mob?
I do this by myself
I
be alright, my crews get you fived and live right
I'm ill, so watch the bad boy spill the phil's
What is it? Mad verbal off the fifty-fifth hill
So
and the nigga still living
Spend a condo and a club, one bottle won't do
Two bottles won't do, bottles for the whole crew, thanks
And bring me that Patrone, I
shit you can tell me
Because bitches still jel' me
Without a motherfuckin' LP
It's the number one crew in the area!
"Known for sendin' garbage MC's
And get mental
Pop the track eight track lincoln contniental
I'm the mouth that roared
Swore to the Lord
The eye of hawk
Both live and die by
afraid to expose it
That nigga snakey too, guess, y'all the snakey crew
I'm finna eat him both, I guess I'll have a meal for two
You say you H-Town, but I
sock still on the block (Still)
Still selling rocks still fuck the cops (Yeah)
Still spinning blocks still killing opps (Aye)
They cant live nigga not
slow
Take ya crew out
One by one
Like a hitman
Clap ya van up
Then clean it up
No evidence
You might as well
Surrender it
All ya bricks
And all ya chips
through the building
Continuing to build, I strive for perfection
Driven by the will to live, Glocks I hold
Shots I give, while searchers of rescue teams
$hort, don't say it tonight, beeatch
It started on a bright morning in 1987
I was in my drop-to Caddy y'all
Gettin sucked by a bitch named Helen
Nasty
Yeah, check it
Yo yeah I smoke weed now I don't give a fuck
And I also tote guns in case my dram pop up
It's crew love I spit two at every few
with it i got it im shinning
Vs 2
Bare so much pain in my heart but that W still in my site i since by my dupness some somewhere in the shadows waiting
don't stop
Don't, don't stop (Jay)
One, one, two, two, three, three
The, the Hollis, Hollis crew, crew
For, for, for, for, for the love now
Cool
don't stop
Don't, don't stop (Jay)
One, one, two, two, three, three
The, the Hollis, Hollis crew, crew
For, for, for, for, for the love now
Cool
crew a chosen few legit minds
Who live prime shorty's on some fly stuff
Admitted that can't resist mines
Mahogany complexion body probably dressed in
My
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