Lyrics:
cha want to do?
want to ride with, want to roll with the crew, get live with the crew?
In 99, it's time to shine with the crew
Yo what cha, what
(Verse 2)
Live my life BANGKOK, Crotona in the Bronx
From the block, Now Im in that BANGKOK
Pay attention how the kid rock,
Still got that JUICE like Pac
DELIVERED BY c MEMBER OF THE YOUNG CREW:
MEMORcBLE LINES: (1) ”The ghetto is real son, filled with nothing but guns, drugs and buns; (2) Never seen a little
boy I stuck
And I live by the code
The freaky it cost me a loaf
And wouldn't beef with a clown
You know he a joke i had to go get me a load
Made her
that got the shorties in the smash)
Take one (take two) We comin through for your crew
(Who are you?) Talkin about you man (you can't Wu)
But you
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
I done read a book or two
Played hookie too
Teeth was crooked too
When I smiled they’d uww
And I’d kindly say fuck you
You been hit by a truck true
Of knowledge
Ya body match
U a law student
U misuse and I'll prove it
Cruisin on 2s
With the booze
While the Crew real true
Bumping my music
Ya facts not
women in the club
We know what you want
Catch you with the cross bow
Right through your torso
What you said thought so
Pass by your crib riding a horse
the club
We know what you want
Catch you with the cross bow
Right through your torso
What you said (nuttin) thought so
Pass by your crib riding a horse slow
able to control this?
I know some fok' that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard the explosions
Same shit happened back in Hurricane
so they live torture
And outta beat that ass, I be, just like poppa
But get this, do, know of Jehovah
But witness two concrete streets meet these
[2Pac/Makaveli Speaking]
Yo 'Law!
Is it cool if a nigga just get fucked up for this one?
(Sample from "Survival of the Fittest" by Mobb Deep)
I'm
Mexican, handle a hose
All my gutter gang crew, got border patrol
Lights on when I come through, black Soprano, what
Two in the holster, my code name
heaters on you
Spittin' back live rounders, with five pounders
If we meetin' on two, I put a beatin' on you
Your sound's tired buddy, that's why I'm
style, I'm still *mini, money, mini, mini,
It aint all about the money*
[Verse 1]
When I was hustla, two dogs by my side plus a black pistola
Loud MCs,
her hit my Jupi-pen and now she so damn happy
Aye that's what we do
Oof crew in the stu we bring the bangers to you
Rolling Goddies by the two
That's
buy, won't stand by
And let a nigga do his dues
Fuck these hoes, get this bread, rep the crew, the
[Chorus - repeat 2x]
R - realest niggas puttin it
bitch swim in it
Feel the vibes move right you
Live life and choose what you do
Got the crew, got the night
Cruising getting high
Rulers of the mind
Tune
found
being misled by the garbage
other people through away
call me Oscar cause I’m grouchy
bitch you best get out my face
Love or hate us
Live in your
Insanity
[Amidst my] Reality
[I'm inside] The gallery
[Don't live by] The salary
[This is my] Insanity
[Amidst my] Reality
[I'm inside] The gallery
on the microphone, the sort of moment I live for, it's a cornerstone, I'm just another tortured soul, that hit a fork in the road, they just wanna go to the bar
loving my style (She love it)
I got a tooly with me with a silencer on it so it don't make a sound (Shhh)
Pew she loving the crew
I need a crib by the lake
Let a nigga try or say it's up with me I'm itching
Spit this hot shit make ya face get ugly like my breath was kicking
I live in the moment got no time
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