Lyrics:
Ain't nothing changed
PE we be the same crew
Resurrection in the game here to save you
[Flava Flav]
Yo it's going down baby
It's going down
want (to cry)
Feel like I live two lives (two lives)
My shows they be too live (too live)
Outside they got two lines (two lines)
I swear I'm way too,
(Bed-Stuy)
Ready to flip shit, comin' through with the crew (Brooklyn)
No, no doubt, baby, All City Crew (what, what?)
Check it
For you to fuck with this
We go wow, ba-da-da-dow-da-dah-ow
Either stand tall, just sit the fuck down
All the way from the 2-1-5th to Bucktown
Brace yourself, it's about
to shop want to buy new clothes
I came from a house not a home
Hard work yeah I got it on my own
Two seater and I'm riding with the crew
Can't nobody tell
read Ephesians 2 v 8
For it is by grace you have been saved
Through faith and this is not from yourselves
It is the gift of God not by works
So that no
your pores
Got that work like a chore
Sellin it like the store
I got cameras on the wall
On the wall like decor
I don't have 1,2 or the 3
I have 4
the crew
Run it up
In the moonlight with my crew
And rolling cars deep
2 deep
Im in traffic with my gang
And we screaming out
Solo fucking gang
This
Detroit when he did nothing
It was just prodding and you
Two guys is nothing
I’m rocking the mic, I’m a hypocrite
I have a gun on hip ready to
New, I’m
rap checks and then get two extendo's
Is Platinum lil' bitch and you know I go too hard
Hit me lick and stash work by them two broads
And I want two
seen all o' y'all comin' in the strip club,
lookin' at all this pussy, me and the boys, me and 2 Live Crew,
Brother Marquis, Mr.Mixx, uhh, Fresh -
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
crew rebels)
That put you niggas in the dirt (yeah)
Chain with the new bezel (chain with the new bezel)
All my niggas put in work (all my niggas put
for my village, yeah
I do it for my pe (Aye, yes, sir)
And the blood drippin' by the gallons (Grr)
Dolo in the whip, I solo any clique
It's not
Fallin' to the floor from the ceilin'
But to them it's just a onomatopoeia
I keep a crew smaller than a crew cab
Back then we woulda fit all us
Now I'm by
sayin' (Aw, word)
It's damn time.
This is real, you know what I'm sayin'?
Growin' up, (Yeah) I did my little work. (What, what what, what)
Sold my
nothin but them platinum hits
And the two dog groan, sittin' on chrome
That nigga on the mic str-8 gone
My whole crew lives illegal
Strapped with
is it?
A brand-new style, hup, time to change
People talk about me when they see me on stage
Live in action, guaranteed raw
I hang with the rich
in Hackensack
Pack capsules, Green Bay 'em lay 'em down like wax do
It's all actual we build, like Crash Crew
Coconut, incense, one sentence, aiyyo
This ain't the life a nigga wanted
But fuck it nigga Imma live it how it is
I swear everybody warned me
I ain't listen now I get it
Imma live it
bodies two by two, ha
Time to head home, baby, what that sex 'bout? (Okay)
Have your head on, baby, lose that cell phone (Okay)
We fuck to fly, she let
I'm dope, I'm practical, crack to you
I need a lot of space, the galactic crew, the actors knew
You feel it it's Felix, see what the old cat could do
Wiley
Representing, ain't got the tee on
Today but you know it’s Boy Better know
Okay!
My name's Skepta, also known as H-A-Y
'Cause if I got P’s I'm
we conquer the spot until it's empty
Present me and my niggas with arsenal aplenty
Break fools, send you to school
Follow the rules violate my tools
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