Lyrics:
Ooh oh my
The crew and I
We the ones they're talking about yeah yeah yeah
Ooh nana
The crew they don't like
Threatened by the alpha males yeah yeah
the shit's never end
You can't touch my riches
Even if you had MC Hammer
And them 357 bitches
Biggie Smalls, the millionaire, the mansion
The yacht
The two
chillin and
Front on this and get dissed, motherfucker
Me and my crew, me and my crew we be chillin and
Front on this and get dissed
Ah one two
cycles 1, 2 and 3
They can't MC, I'd rather be down with fucking Droopy D
My style is deadly, word born, act like you fucking know
Been writing rhymes
represent
So to my peeps in the PJ's, throw your hands in the air (For all of y'all)
Let me know you're out there
To my peeps in the PJ's, throw your
might just stop by your daddy's
Roll around in Pikachu, throw that window down
Pack a big ol' fatty bowl, shit me smokin' now
Throw it into drive and hit
foul
From the tip of my head to the crack of my ass
She got busy so I called to the crew
You bitches know what to do
Hoes try to front like they
Yeah Yeah yeah
Whole Crew Whole Crew
Yeah Yeah And I just Love
Whole Crew
When the enemy bring his whole crew
It's just a bigger piece of hate for
D.A. got that dope
On the flo'
Make them girls get down on the flo'
On the flo'
Nigga go live like EA, hey (yah)
Tell her throw it back like
of broken rocks
Whether heard in herb spots, jukebox or malt shops
Uncut live, drop eighty-five, in one shot
Spotlight hits the metal mic, majority stare
of broken rocks
Whether heard in herb spots, jukebox or malt shops
Uncut live, drop eighty-five, in one shot
Spotlight hits the metal mic, majority stare
just gimme an hour
I bang two women on the Eiffel Tower
Mes dits saignent, y a tempête, voici un son d'compéte
Pour l'occas', kho, on ramène sur la
just gimme an hour
I bang two women on the Eiffel Tower
Mes dits saignent, y a tempête, voici un son d'compéte
Pour l'occas', kho, on ramène sur la
of the Syndicate alliance
Ballin', makin' ya feel the growth
Rhyme Syndicate brotherhood, we rock a blood oath
Radical posse down to death
While your crew's
lights this
Guys crew's shining
1, 2, 3 let's go!
Magic, magic, magic effect
Panic, panic, flow like a strally
Except I throw a little rap in there
Yo that shit you did last
Night was fucking gay!
But regardless lets get this battle underway
Because I'd rather get buried alive
Than have to deal
horny like 2 Live Crew
Hoes get crunk for cheese, damn skippy
Like the bar kays and pay the little whippy
In they jazzy T's, bitches on they knees
odds
Cuz movies are still looking like American flags
You just throw in two colors and then fifty white stars
Slight pause
Beat underpunished it's like
they call Captain Slave-a-Hoe
Or J to the Ro, from Tha Likwit crew beer roll
And speakin' of crews, yo whose next to lose
Instead of five mics, I'd
crew, flippin' over 62's
'Cause GED wasn't B-I-G
I got P-A-I-D, that's why my moms hate me
She was forced to kick me out, no doubt
Then I figured out
twin grab a arm pick this nigga up
Knitty turn his face to me let me break him up
I throw him up against the wall and put a hole in his face so big
Harlem
Number one like I'm D-Rose, I be scorin'
All net with them free throws Chris Paulin'
Old school sittin' on chance Mike Jordan
Remy Boyz big ZooWap
at 22nd I'm from Harlem
Number 1 like I'm D-Rose, I be scorin'
All net with them free throws Chris Paulin'
Old school sittin' on chance Mike Jordan
Remy
hang it up
Go somewhere and hang up some 50 posters, PUNK
You speak too late, y'all prolly gon' go up to them awards
and get yo' ass whooped by B2K
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