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
your
Style off Bassman and Trigga a likkle bit
My style's strong a likkle bit
You can't scare me with Wing
Chun a likkle bit spit two bars
Draw for
the truth, like vodk' one-eighty proof
Don't drop your draws, I'll fuck through your daisy dukes (true)
Put your fingers up in the air if your high (high)
I
D
Cause I'm no sucker
I'm laughin' at you and your crew
You'll never hang 2Pac, I thought you knew
Aww we're havin' a good fight here tonight
Ladies
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
autograph
Swear to God nigga! Swear to God!
I'm sure his ass won't make a confession
But they can tell by your facial
Expression it's not a lie
You can't
you'll die dancin'
Dark, gliding shapes that violate every law of nature
Buy 'em or die a thousand deaths
2 Live Crew, 2 Live Crew
Boyz with da bass, boyz
#2: It could be carried by an African swallow!
GUARD #1: Oh, yeah, an African swallow maybe, but not a European
swallow, that's my point.
GUARD #2
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 pocket
Yo heard, with my head I cock it, and rock it like that brother in colors
'Cause I want y'all to live, my crew is 2 Live, we sneakin'
Yeaa eeee
Yagayouthz on the beat
No matter what dem talk
No matter what dem say
Dem cya draw out di G no day
Chat bout di crew fa suh long an to Be
Runnin' through the nation without a care
Holler at your boys, 2 Live is here!
[Marquis] You're fuckin' with the best of 'em, fuck the rest of 'em
the mainstream?
Meek Mill leans forward into the
Glow of his computer screen
His expression unreadable behind a
Pair of gold sunglasses
It's April, well after two
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
See? Shook! Go on then
I got war lyrics in my book, go on then
Go on then
Kiss my black foot, go on then, go on then
One, two, diss my crew
Three, four,
and hype
Like you fling Dandimite and nuh live gangster life
You're in 2 deep
And a run off you beak
And your thing go breach and bad man go see it
You're in
and hype
Like you fling Dandimite and nuh live gangster life
You're in 2 deep
And a run off you beak
And your thing go breach and bad man go see it
You're in
And if it's hittin', here's a
Bomb for your listen, ooh
If you live in Alabama, drop the bomb on it
Stay in Mississippi, drop the bomb on it
Chill in
on in ya
If I was fucking you right about now
You'd have a dick stuck in you (yeah)
Have to go brag to your fucking crew
On how this rap nigga dick
that's it
Hitting it up is what we do, when we taking in the view
Crooked cops are on the scene and they try and frame the crew
It's the two, to the one,
with some more, if you don't hear me, so I split your wig)
(Glock in my draws as I walk the motherfuckin' track)
(Hit me with some more, if you don't
the one to grab the gun
And get to dumpin' on your crew! That's what we do, check it
Drop it like it's hot, assume the position on the flo' butt naked
and learn
Creative
So what ya gonna do?
Ain't no fading
So what ya gonna do?
Grab the microphone and say a check one two
The kid's solo
Unafraid of any crew
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,
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