Lyrics:
to your knees like a sit-up, bitch
Get too live for the crew, Two-9
We're the new 2 Live Crew, give up, bitch
Send 'em all to Hell, (?)
Spit it like
can't do what I do
These MCs can't blew what I blew
Ain't been through what I've been through
Look
I'm a big man, no little child in my crew
Step back
I'm goin out baby uzi, style
Catchin bodies like I hit skins
The hostile juvenile, fuck what you heard
More four-five, motherfucker die
My crew is
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
creep
Deeper than the page of a book let me look
You let me hit the stage, that's when I got my folks hooked like
No, I ain't never been pimped by
a one yout
Ain't a battle but I'm spitting like a one two
Cyan't find me 'cause I'm lost like a one boot
Door's open, everybody wanna run through
I
understand
The life that I live ain't always fun
A lot of dark and sometimes there's no sun
Since this is the last verse of this dope song
Master P is about
Y'all know the legendary Roots crew, it's like
You don't see us, but we see you
You stuck on sleep, get on your P's and Q's
'Cause you will get
what I've done
Who I am or where I'm from
If you don't know it by
Now then you just dumb
I ain't got no pistols, inf beams
Choppers or no Dracos
No car,
To see how much wreck we'd create
'Cause there ain't no party like a 2 Live Party
'Cause a 2 Live Party don't stop!
So come
no reminder
You know it's crew love, Roc-A-Fella till we die
As long as you and I keep it movin like a drive-by
We could stack dough sky-high
in the zone, better hold ya own
'Cause I like to break when I finish a poem
Pound for p-p-pound the best around
No way you can get up when I get down
I
booed up like Ella Mai
And ain't no doubt she gone let me Pu Insai
Nine, six, seven, two, oh
She know the deal she go with the flow
Chilling in Uka with
booed up like Ella Mai
And ain't no doubt she gone let me Pu Insai
Nine, six, seven, two, oh
She know the deal she go with the flow
Chilling in Uka with
booed up like Ella Mai
And ain't no doubt she gone let me Pu Insai
Nine, six, seven, two, oh
She know the deal she go with the flow
Chilling in Uka with
why I make more P's than you's
Even when I'm in 3s and 2s, slip?
There ain't no reason to, slipping
If there ain't a blitz between the clique, that's
to hit Beach Road
Roll up and get Hella high
With a wahine booed up like Ella Mai
And ain't no doubt she gone let me Pu Insai
Nine, six, seven, two, oh
She
with no maps
Get robbed and ask to borrow my pistol ain't gon' happ'
Me, you, the crew just fell out over dough and a lil' crack
Never could
really going on
Make it look like a lot of stealing going on
Boy them cops is killers in my home
Nigga shot dead in the middle of the street
I ain't no
and pull out my two shot derringer
Cause yes, Heather be comes classier
Cause Heather be , Jamal-Ski, and KRS the trainer
makes up the dope crew
my man's on, no whiteout
Meth Lab 2, the water team, we ride out
Where you think he got it from?
P-L-O (P-L-O)
Lights be so melodic at the P
p*ssy/ yeah
P*ssy/ P*ssy/ P*ussy… meow
Yo/ She hit me with that late text
Asked if im comin tonight said: Yes
Texted me back: got that lube and latex
Ha……
for clappin', with one hand
Talent's on my roster this mobster'll dump land
Send a gangsta to sleep two by two like bunk beds
Never leave the crib
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