Lyrics:
I'll be at your neck and
The next thing kid
Imma kill ya team
You take my kindness for weakness
Bet you won't like me mean
I'm nice with it
My side
it don't mix
And you don't even know you're waiting for your rhyme fix
But my mind sticks, my rhyme hits, your mind gets
Amputated, 'cause your
know that I
Live and die for the things I do slang
I use breakin' down mics and destroyin' crews.
1-2-1-2 uh
1-2-1-2 mic check 1-2-1-2
1-2-1-2
live in the sky
Tell God, I wanna fly, and let me live in the sky
You ever seen a nigga go to jail and sleep 'til day two?
Well, that's how sick I
do
And y'all got an efficient and humble crew
And you got a long list of the things y'all wanna do
Shit, who who knows? Lucky me can turn into lucky
all went away...
It all went away...
Cause the Uncle wouldn't pay..
pt 1 C1
It was a sad sad day, when mix, he went away
The 2 Live Crew would
numbers, I turn you and your crew into two plumbers
Translation, get your shit together and pipe down
Fuck a mic, I don't write, I chew and spit
I'll
an issue for me
I'll make a hundred stacks right back next week
Do it all again
I'm faded off the wrong thing, the wrong thing
And I'll admit baby
I'm
will do these things, I won't stop bitch
I like to go to the club mix and mingle
Nigga plays his dick like a 12 inch single
Yeah, so what you
Yeah whatever
One time for your mind one time
You know the hard times, kid
Shit, cold be starvin', make you want to do crimes, kid
But I'm a lamp,
Herschelwood Click is so damn thick
Hoes on dick, that ain't shit, I hit the pussy and split
Peep this game of a real-live baller
Down in Texas watch the flexin'
through
I always kept my mind and heart close
I ride for my dogs, I ride for my crew
Get live on the spot, I'm my mind I've already blew
Pride is middle
another brew, sit back and watch what niggaz do
Who threw that 2-U? I'm rollin the whole fuckin crew
One by one niggaz come payin, that fell to the trey
my honeys that know how we do throw your hands up
This the joint, for real
Yeah, we got my team in here
[incomprehensible] how we always do
take two vacations
One wit all the kids, then one with all the strippers that your crew stay chasin'
Chillin' in the Cayman
Far away from fame and all
At 3:47, more than one hundred and fifty rounds of ammunition
Were fired into your apartment
Which was about two hundred yards away
A few moments
don't do fake
Black lives do matter
Yeah, I can relate
I'm sorry your honor for the way I behaved
I didn't mean to burn it all down
I didn’t mean to fuck
a star, I'm spangled
Kick your kankles
And get the bankrolls (Dang, bro!)
Guess I'll be rapping for eternity
You're burning me?
You're burdened with
up, we gotta talk it up
Then spark it up, then fuck, split up
Get back, make up, then stack cake up
And I'll be waitin' for you while you do makeup
look out of my face
'Coz I've had it with your lies
You're pretty damn close to being unfine
'Cuz everything you do makes you look like a fool
[Chorus]
Yeahh
All i do is me
Win
Easy
Tadahh
(Chorus)
Yeah
God damn
I swear i never think they'll hate on me (word)
My b**** to bad way bad to bad for
on me (word)
My b**** to bad way bad to bad for yall to speak
Im in my bag i keep it locked up yeah thats me
They hate the way i do it so damn easly
1.2
about a dollar but we came for change
“I can’t breathe” (Nah) has really been the moniker
Tryna live life, but we can’t ‘til Your Honor call
Set me free
do I wont be true to my game
Word up
I can't escape this life that I'm living
I'm in the mix I'm in love with two women
That's word to moms
I
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