Lyrics:
(yeah)
45th Street and blaow-blaow Ave
I done ran through your crew and only let off half, nigga
If you don't live that, you shouldn't say that
muy rico
¡Ay papi, chúpame papi!
Sigue no pares, más más, ¡más rápido!
¡Ayy, qué bueno estas papi!
No, más, no pares
Otra vez, otra vez papi
¡Qué
fucking limits
Shout out to Uncle Luke
Shout out my bitches too
We the 2 Live Crew
Two for me, two for you (woo)
Feed them bitches carrots
Fuck 'em
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
Out to the raving crew
Out to the raving
Out to the raving
Out to the raving crew
I'm not a DJ's DJ
Not an MC's MC, bar none (ay)
I am your
Wendy Williams, ooh
Catch 'em at the club sipping, fuck around they missing, hold on
Big pimping, iced out my crew now my mission complete
Pimp C, I
two please (two)
c lotta cake can I hit it from the back I need a spoon please (eatin eatin)
Yuh
Sayin girl I'm spookie (ooo yuh)
Newcomer mothafucka
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
the free power close
Gotta get dun, and we ghost
Met papi in Iraq(huh?), then winged by the back
Opened up the trunk, and threw in the big gat
Took off,
[2Pac] Live in this muthafucker, Thug Pound Biotch
Kurupt, Daz, Makaveli, Idi, Kastro, Hussein
You know bitch the whole muthafuckin' clique.
We
the castro
Im coming through on your wack crew
What you gonna do
Cormega pick the mic come through
Ay yo I get mines
Well enough to be considered big time
My
[2Pac] Live in this muthafucker, Thug Pound Biotch
Kurupt, Daz, Makaveli, Idi, Kastro, Hussein
You know bitch the whole muthafuckin' clique.
We
Chorus: Notorious B.I.G. (repeat 2X)
I don't wanna live no mo'
Sometimes I hear death knockin at my front do'
I'm livin everyday like a hustle,
the mafia
Not a Tai Omi Ay Wong Sun carrier
Devilman wouldn't even jump over
The train barrier so how can he be a bad man
When he pars with about 25 pricks
If
Link up with my saathi's ma ta chill ma chu
Keti vanche papi euta pill ma chu
Baach chu haasi haasi ha ha that's my mood
Ramro chaina baani f**k it,
cribs, low bread to whole loaves
Go hard or go home, go home and don't trip
Same block, same whip
Free as a bird, used to be runnin' from 12, live
Caller, DTI, Top Producer, Pulse Eskimo
Fuckin' Widda Team
My two lips said "You don't wanna
See a nigga on the scene"
Go on then, what d’ya mean, what d’ya
freeze right there
All run scared, gear 2nd not prepared
Like a dragon they be hunting me, a legend
I'm the heir shock you like nani
You're welcome to spar
when I pay my tax
Bend it, shawty wanna make it clap
(Ay) Bend it, shawty wanna arch her back
Gun lean get shot from the backseat
Two man pull up
a pussy ass bitch
No entertaining, Don Julio
I'm spreading FL like flames (Flames!)
And I ain't talking no studio
You either Live by Night, or die
do, you
Grab her by her neck, throw her on the wall
Say, "Bitch don't ever disrespect me, never not at all"
These simple words can put a pause
hitting bad bitches up by the two's
Thirteen hundred dollars for sneakers I done spent that on a slot of snooze
Abandoned the whole operation, because shit
checks
Bad Boy, big things nigga, HF
I put it down for mine, my crew live a life of crime
Constantly non-stop, when they on the climb
And BK, no such
rockin wit the lost boyzzz
ayo they rockin wit the lost boyzz
ay ay ayo man
K Chrys :
Them L's
Them L's
Verse 2: K Chrys 1:52
Uh its lost boyz shout
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