Lyrics:
the streets will catch you slipping, rock ya steady
Watch your back with your homies that you feel is real
Your homeboys from your crew, yeah them the ones
Are you still feeling tall
What would your people think of you
If they saw
The King was frozen
As The Wizard
Lay truth and all
Isn't this the 2nd time
trainers
All them yutes I robbed must hate it when I come on the playlist
At least that you can say that you was robbed by somebody famous
Go ask in
go call my crew
You go call your crew
We can rendezvous at the bar around two
Plans to leave, throw the keys to Lil Cease
Pull the truck up, front,
when we really drop it
Say anything about my mom or my sister
Imma really pop it
Pull up to the steak house
When i eat my steak out
Your shawty had my
a fifty two box, original tick in the mind
Listenin to 'Pac and them drop with a prestigious design
My niggaz is dimes, my bitches is dimes
I came up
where niggaz two-step on your face
[Chorus]
Uhh, yeah
Anywhere that my crew party the freaks all on us
And valet get the keys with peace signs
they gon send your ass to rehab
Said I wouldn't drop new shit and got fans saying they need that
They all in my dms screaming where is YBD at
Whole crew
uhh
On your marks, get set, go for what you know
It's the number one crew in your area, doe for doe
I keep it thuggish with my dicky's on sag
I
The only way I know how to live it right
Is to drop them beats
Treat your ears right
Put some joy in your life
I changed my ways up
Nothing short
taco
Come by the trap, get you two for the twenty
Run up and get smoked like a Gar, since you thinkin' I'm pussy
Fuckin' your hoe, I been beatin' up
bodies are fished out
I'm wreckin' niggas one-by-one but then I miscount
Mispronounced, how do LL bounce
And get ya shit bust? I turn ya faggots into
rotten
Microphone check, one two one two
Shouts to the East and the West coast crew
Whatever you do, keep this hip-hop shit true
{"That's all I
One motherfucker, two motherfuckers
Three motherfuckers
Fo' - wanna squab with me
Over they motherfuckin hoe
Tell 'em like this
Ya better get up off
down by the fuckin' four pound in your dome
Hit you with the nick plate chrome
Queensbridge, that's my motherfuckin' home
Off the top of my head, yo,
and your crews are dykes
I was born to be what I'm goin' to be
Raindrops on me like a storm on me (raindrops)
She lickin' my charm but I'm on the heat
g-a-n-g makin noise
Us niggas from the Brick now wreckin shit with the (Badd Boyz)
Step to my crew, you get your dome flown and blown
I'm part
moves just a little too late
Unapologetic
We rise so the ancestors don’t regret it
And if the generation before us did drop the ball
We pick it back up by
stupid, plus my team got
'nuff jury on, bet I'm still live and I'm coopin'
Two of my silverbacks run through a pack of your wolves
Front on react
is ahh I ain't cuss, tell your auntie relax
All tracks that he drop is trash Bro, is literally littering
He on the coast, I really don't think that
the same
From the bad to the good
My neighborhood is to blame
You were raised by your TV sitcom's cheesy
Lucy, Ricky, George & Weezy
Monica, Chandler,
work
And you'll travel to the ends of the earth
(One, two, three,
Three drops of holy water)
For your headache
(Holy water)
My grandmother can't live
grade, no Reggie Miller, uh
iPhone one, pull up take it, uh
By iPhone two, get it with the crew
iPhone eight, niggas had the Drac' (dot-dot-dot)
anarchy) Play god with your desires, (Like father like son) draw you right into the fire. (sweet lullaby) Fight it with fire, get burned. Missing link.
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