Lyrics:
Fuckin' wit' the wrong crew (what?)
Don't know what we goin' through (what?)
I'ma have to show niggas (what?)
How easily we blow niggas (what?)
Lemme
a thin stat get the tin stat
Put the twopence in the cup
Keep your two cents only send facts
Only live that dark slab by the graves
St. James to the waves
Fuckin' wit' the wrong crew (what?)
Don't know what we goin' through (what?)
I'ma have to show niggas (what?)
How easily we blow niggas (what?)
Lemme
out"
But as we ran, there were the boys in blue
Pointing their guns at my four man crew
They shot down one, they shot down two
Now tell me what
Caller, DTI, Top Producer, Pulse Eskimo
Fuckin' Widda Team
My two lips said "You don't wanna
See a nigga on the scene"
Go on then, what d’ya mean, what d’ya
out"
But as we ran, there were the boys in blue
Pointing their guns at my four man crew
They shot down one, they shot down two
Now tell me what
to the bullshit
Your car note due and you 'bout to get evicted
Two drugs surely, Patron, pussy, make it feel alright
But once it's empty and the bitch leave,
to ban the sale of Miami rap group
The 2 Live Crew's double-platinum album, "Nasty As They Wanna Be," in Broward County
We think it's the banning
That pussy A-list, red-bottom, baby
New Celine on you, you deserve a whole news crew and team on you
You and me is looking like the Eulogy
I'm 'bout
meet your fate
I'm with Carlito's Way, rollin with the real
Protected to infinity in a security shield
Chorus: (2x)
I want it all
Surrounded by techs
of Burbank, Illinois, please call us immediately
Uh, bitch, I'm with the crew
Bitch, I'm with the crew
Acting goofy off the juice, now we only seeing twos
These pussy niggas be talkin'
I swear to God I'll blast 'em
Show them that I'm forreal, man I be ball
Look at that fake ass chain look like
He got it from
Come on
Sittin' in the living room on the floor
All the pain got me on some migraine shit
But I'm gonna maintain
Nigga got 2 or 3 dollars to my
I'm a real street nigga by nature
She can leave but i ain't finna chase her
Think i figured why these niggas hate us, counting pape on a every day
idiot)
Westsiiiide!
(Hangin’ pondi corner an smoke nuff crack)
Outlaw! Live it up or give it up, busta!
(2PAC a di artical an dats a fact)
Ha ha haha,
Tropicana orange, mango, peach
I strangle each negro for they dough
Niggas get to bendin', got two cases
One pending 560 V-12 engine, niggas swimmin'
In 929
Aiyyo what's goin on it's Ahmad on the microphone
Bout to tell y'all about the Palladium
Me and my boys, the Joneses crew in the house
Kick it
a Cadillac
Fresh of a jack
With two straps in a Pontiac
With only one life to live
I guess the Lord had only one life to give
It seems so trifully,
of war, exercise
'Mega got word back from Noreaga
The D.A. got video cassette tape of
The god with the God-U-Now, pullin' a caper
Runnin' up in
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
Mafia way, Lavish way
We Kill niggas for fuckin up the mob
Facts
Live by code die by that bitch, RIP Kimbo
When you in the hood with that chicken
There's three things: greed, fortune
And fame
You might be happy but nobody know your name
The bacon got you squatting naked
By the razor fence
You
activates part of you that don't mo, move
You back are gettin' closer but you don't have a clue
Who only plays by the tens on the 1 and 2
Hook (x2)
We can do
Ooh, ooh, ooh-wee, boo-boo
Momma that man back again
Y-T, part two
Yeah, man, turn me up, Niko
Ooh, ooh, ooh, boo-boo
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Who That Who
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