Lyrics:
or cruise
Tissue quiet a whisper that flew by
Official wit goons lives
That dismiss of a few
Yea we bigger than you
A trigger or two
Will let off
Deadly kid.. yo!
"C'mon!" "One two!"
"The numba one set and sound" -> [BDP]
"Meth-Tical" -> [Method]
"Pete Rock, this one's for the crew" -> [CL Smooth]
GS's, sendin' messages
Two and two makes four, Cristal's crazily pour
Gun wars, my crew feel 'em like swords
With the green leathers, hundred pound
GS's, sendin' messages
Two and two makes four, Cristal's crazily pour
Gun wars, my crew feel 'em like swords
With the green leathers, hundred pound
Persecuted by my own crew
Betrayed by the ones I saved what I'm gone do
Do the math poor out my wrath and then they'll feel me
Or let the past be the past but
Persecuted by my own crew
Betrayed by the ones I saved what I'm gone do
Do the math poor out my wrath and then they'll feel me
Or let the past be the past but
name was Anheusur Brewery
And hittin bush by the duece
Like Jesus created two of me
Haters they make me famous
So I'm deservin an Oscar
Walkin by
the club fly with a crew
Showing up at two
You know tipsy already
Tight see through Imani stay sexy
So they let her in the club for free
Man you know only
bitch my niggas want your crew
Bitch they see it how it is bitch slow down on having kids
By the time I had my first kid y'all kids invest in bids
to pound
Feel the beat and obey the raw sound
We give ourselves two lives and we can't get enough
No we won't get enough
We are the stains in black
fucked up
[Kuniva]
When your mans hook you up with a bitch
Over the phone
And when you see her
She ugly as shit (God damn)
Now at the end of the date she
Go Brush Them
If You Mad
Then Stay Mad Bitch
Got Your Ass Beat By Mason's Crew
Bitch Don't Even Test Me
Or Else You'll About To Get Turned To A Chicken
play live
Ask the people who they fly
The crew J5
We ride right into the night
Words that we write
We're calm then a settle your site
Come
They ask me what’s the price you know I say a mill
So when it come to cheese you know I’m that I’m getting plenty
Play with my money it get ugly like big
the crew we too live
At the boat it's high tide
Lurking in the night time
She wanna fly out to London
Stewardess pass out blunts in abundance
High as fuck
styles
Takin' out wack MC's by the piles, for real
Episode #2: God's Gift
I have no strings to hold me down
Beware of the Tupperware
It's
ya
cll this money ya gave me the blues now hey
Oh yuh what it do now
She want roll with the crew but I need two now (Hey)
Bring yo friend bed time
the spot
Twain, o.c. the cut layin'
A stew of empty gas in my tank
A buck thirty lookin' ugly think, but it ain't gonna stop no show
Ol' burd puttin
mini, money, mini, mini
It ain't all about the money
When I was hustler, two dogs by my side plus a black pistola
Loud MCs, feel the silencer
Y'all still
coke come through docked by the mall
Full length furs, Russian hats from Berlin
Two-tone Wallos the cranberry dye is swirlin'
Come on your block like,
slide
And later we got moves but for now we getting high
Dank with the pack so you know we getting by
Crew stuntin
Star studded
Fuck with us cuz we gon
right, get it right, spit it right
[DMX]
Moves is made, n****s is paid - that's just how it is
When my time is up, I'm a be out, but I'm a try to live
cock two's
And walk through the club without scuffing our Prada shoes
On this side we on the by by, we buy the rules
So when you play with us y'all
I swear I'm on two
Yeah yeah yeah
I'm on two oohhh
I swear I'm on two
Yeah I'm on two
I swear I'm on two
I swear I'm on two
Yeah yeah yeah
Swear I'm
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