Lyrics:
the hip-hop dean
If Russia bombed the U.S., they'd be scared to touch Queens
Cause that's where I live, and this is what I give
Turnin' top-notch crews
never die, ah!
My crew standing by my side
Pass the joint we getting high
In this life you live or die
So you gotta go outside
Go and catch some good
Hail Mary that's how we live
Lay low good guys catch you with a hook I, know why you lie
Ya crew ain't quite like mine
Spit it like ooh my, these
the way your body twirl
French vanilla cream, body work is mean
Chocolate fudge make a nigga wanna fall in love
You got them fat legs, killin' them
Yeah we can do this
We could walk through this
25 is the work
Chorus 2X: Group Home
Check it out y'all, ain't no limit to life
Ya live your life
NBS snowgoons
ST dot unh!
I two step with the
Toolette like "Who's next?"
My goons rep and honestly we some crew vets
The people screaming,
yeah, the club packed
I should’ve brought a rubber
My whole body inked, family hardly know me
You know I put that work in
Just to get a Rollie
Big Meech
be the crew that you wanna step to
Sisters with an attitude, now how my mic sounds?
My mic sound nice, check one check two
Everybody make way, party
it
We just rock it
DJ Jeff
Break 2
On each occasion that I perform
The force captures my body like a magical storm
Suddenly I'm rendered helpless
smirk I do work, MC's lack this
They chase skirts
All day and all night I write
Touch up your mic and make
The body feel alright
MC's bite and incorrect
reminded that
She just a woman
By forceful dick
And
That woman
Who'd kill her kid
Than see them live a slave
You come from man who have been forced to fuck
I body your man
Do a drive by on you live with a body cam
Fucking with Feddie then count your bread and your blessings
Fuck over Feddie, they find
act when I give you this lumber
Game too strong
Think I wanna take 2 home
Mama body so perfect she over here looking like that ass drew on
Whoa
Got
n*gga
Hurt him in that cherry six fo', shit ain't no stoppin' n*gga
Hit him in the head and the body wit a bullet,
when I put him in the cemetery then I
grew up listening to Guwop
He would live past 3 shots 2 shots
They be Burning buildings down for a new lot
Murder children on the street by the new
Your body parts, your body parts
I wanna be alone with you, girl
(Grippin' on your body, body)
Grippin' on me, baby like you grippin' that Bacardi
I
to live
Without having to kill ourselves to get by?
Why do we have a banking system
That makes money off of our debt?
Why is we don't do anything but be
[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
he smash
Make him come up off a that cash
She need a body with
Aye aye make it work put it in reverse
Drop it to the earth let it hit the dirt (Hit it)
Savage
Put sum money on your head you a hoe nigga
Put your body in that dirt I'm grave diggers
I got hollow tips bussing out this clip nigga
Savage
think nigga
Politicking, pyrex vision study what I’m cookin
One time lurking niggas murking
All this work I’m putting in
God bless us with that lick
is more like smoothing up a dime
It's all a sign
Time will tell that hard work makes us shine
We're feeling fine
Sometimes I'm counting to
1 2 3
4 5 6
Why wasn't they able to control this?
I know some folk that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard explosions
Same shit happened back
Yeah, yeah, huahh hahh
Murda, murda, murda, kill kill kill
That's right killer, killer
Murda murda murda, kill kill kill
Flex, flex, flex, flex
I'm
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