Lyrics:
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
is bright
Blind gain sight when I guide by the light
Everybody trying to have the time of their life
They live for the day then die by the night
One
Sandler was
Fuckin' in the first 50 Dates
That's kind of a low blow I shouldn't
Have made fun of that car crash
That was some hard shit to live through
But
ONE TO THE TWO
Written by cnthony cce Thomas
Produced by Ras Fiery
INTRO:
YO...KEEP TRYING. KEEP TRYING.
YO! YO!
ONE TWO...ONE TWO...
YO...KEEP
How 'bout we hit the club and
Walk up straight through VIP
How 'bout we get some Puerto
Rican girls and Japanese
How 'bout we get some strippers
yo (jump) yo (jump)
(first family) for the two (oh) oh (oh)
Follow instructions! crews, listen!
Who, is it? move (bounce!)
First family move
crew, they might be next
Look at they man eye, big man, they never try
We roll wit em, stole wit em i mean loyalty
Niggas bought me milks at lunch
of the Mics part two
See the level I’m on he wants to reach this
'Cause when I touch mic I’m the deepest
I’m the strongest, he’s the weakest
I’m on the A-list
through the fire like gold, can't be a rhymestone
We calculate by jubilees, we in a different time zone
Like one, two, three, four, five, knock a demon down
Yuhh
Woo
Glrrt pow
A10
A10
A10
A10
A10
You know the f**cking Vibes n***a
Long Live Pop Smoke n***a
Me my n****s don't lack
Send two shots to ya back
never die, ah!
My crew standing by my side
Pass the joint we getting high
In this life you live or die
So you gotta go outside
Go and catch some good
through niggas
Whole crews, not just one or two niggas
Cause you ain't representin' the south, you just embarassin'
See you on t.v. in New York, them
to control this?
I know some folk that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard explosions
Same shit happened back in Hurricane Betsy
1965: I ain't
up]
Give it up we want to live it up [give it up]
Give it up for the most slept on since pepto bis when
time warner let go prince
Ridin by betta get yo
want to sing but, momma, I want to trick
(Trick) , and momma, I'm sucking dicks, now"
We moving on up in the world like elevators
Me and the crew, we
ZUU shit
Never no FUU shit
Try to sue this, we end up on Sun Tzu shit
And you don't want that, buddy
There's no combat
Ask Drake to pick you a season
money, fuck it, cause I want some
B.I.G. fuckin' with me, oh god, whoa
OK ain't nobody fucking with my clique, clique, clique, clique, clique
Ain't
money, fuck it, cause I want some
B.I.G. fuckin' with me, oh god, whoa
OK ain't nobody fucking with my clique, clique, clique, clique, clique
Ain't
distributor
Dem use crack like ? future
? live like we a vulture
?
?
Man a kill man ?
A-mi say oh yes, oh yes, mi don't want none more of that
Woy,
guess
My presence was God's gift
For this battle y'all see
How long we waited?
I held it in, sat up here constipated
This 'bout to be some hard shit
Hard
kind of funky
Me and the crew we're drinking Brass Monkey
This girl walked by she gave me the eye
I reached in the locker grabbed the Spanish Fly
I
mini, money, mini, mini
It ain't all about the money
When I was hustler, two dogs by my side plus a black pistola
Loud MCs, feel the silencer
Y'all still
yo (jump) yo (jump)
(first family) for the two (oh) oh (oh)
Follow instructions! crews, listen!
Who, is it? move (bounce!)
First family move
spin slow
Running with the hatchet is the only way to go
Some girlies by the Carnival was looking for a ride
We tried to pick them up
But we had no room
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