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
I use that
Machete to Butch Cassidy by the way
His two faggot ass sons' names
Is Shane and Cassidy bang! That's blasphemy
That's the main catastrophe
a mark
I bet you get your ass kicked hanging at the park, bitch!
You'd better watch your back
Before you get jacked by a nigga with a gat
Cause Life is
want a bite of this, everything is cool
You heard what I would do, and the Triple 6 whole fuckin crew
Nigga, live by your rep but I ain't takin shit
hitman I want you dead ya crew dead
If I go in my bag like you did blllllllat!
I'll air this bitch out and
That's on my two kids
Truth is, this not gon' go
Ladies and gentlemen
Right here on tonight's stage
We're gonna have two savage minds
Two ruthless battlers two gruesome souls
Go live, right here
In
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
and Poo, he's steady jamming Screw
Two-tone, blades
Sipping, rolling with the whole crew
Yes that, Screw you, he's a diesel
Boy had a seizure
It's that '96,
and Poo, he's steady jamming Screw
Two-tone, blades
Sipping, rolling with the whole crew
Yes that, Screw you, he's a diesel
Boy had a seizure
It's that '96,
the crack
In the crack of her ass, two pounds of hash in the stash
I wait for hon' to make some quick cash
I told her she could be lieutenant, bitch got
can carry more than one so ya know it's on
And ya just got attacked by the maniac and played like a saxophone
Sucker ass bitch-type ass niggas
[Master
And though I pack this pound 3-5-7 or 4-5
Will I hide? Will I die? Will I ride?
Niggas never know why
My whole crew, a family clique
Are we sick? Are we live
Live by the gun die by the same shit you bust
Fly bitches with waves from DC to Cali
Rally and tally up my dough
For the grand finale
Grapevines
Blood like Game
See, I been havin' beef, I got my own bulletproof vest
Most of my enemies dead, I got about two left
Until my last breath, I'm sendin'
{Too $hort:}
Tell em what we do in here, Dangerous...
Get some drums from a break and then break yo ass
You want beats from the crew? we'll take
fuckin' dome
Now the shit can rest, yo tell him to leave me the fuck alone
Two very bloody bodies on the streets
A nosey ass cop and a nigga that robbed
lava
Took alive the suckers that tried to get live
I never fronted, I'm wanted dead or alive
Here's the plan: Shannon, you bring the van
crews
Fuckin', fuckin' with the clique
And we gon' bring it to your ass
Totin' the dead body over my shoulder into the graveyard with my shovel
melon in now
With a pistol so big yo it could lift
A hippo and knock an elephant down
Akh, I punch a lot, I'm tellin' you now
And that fake-ass ice that
more tries
This chopper off of Call of Duty, but it ain't no revive,
I'll see your opp ass on the other side
Old dead ass, nigga
I do this shit for my
to do."
(Verse 1)
Like sand through the hourglass
So are the days of our lives
And for that lie, only we thrive
Awakenings, as we make the dead come
If Pirus and Crips all got along
They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song
Seem like the whole city go against me
Every time I'm in
With they screwfaces, mic broke in two places
100 deep, know how we roll
Find where a nigga sleep
Blowing out peepholes
Nothing never been sweet but we
house is nothin like the Covenant
We hold big shit like a bitch hold one in the oven
Well if it ain't drama, money above broke bitches
Simple
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