Lyrics:
the gas
Leave some niggas in my rear view
Say money change me - they the past
Live for it then I'll die for it
Need dat Lamb wit suicide doors
Fell in love
on the wire and shit, that's all
Now everybody's back in the groove, echo chamber
"Check one two, one two" that's my favorite
Strobe lights is live, Pink
to find if you beefing or tryna rhyme//
But I don't like war, what real nigga do?
The fake ones brag and get killed by they crew
I live for the code
by the smoke
Uh uh
My memories
I'll never stop
Really really making these
Its just something I love
Uh
Two feet down
From the stress, you cant knock
If
[Chorus]
Time to time I used to stop in and check on my dude
Even when we lost touch with the rest of our crew
We both had babies, drama with our old
no crew cut
Think ya crew cut
Dagnabbit
Get ya crew cut from the fuckin bandwagon
That's my Call of Duty but my clans laggin
Ain't no snakes over here
My crew havin' business, save, put it in through my office
The security is tight and the secretary is gorgeous
That's official, me and Pete in
(Sycamore)
Hey- Hey, man, check this out, mane
It's Big Snoop coming at you live and direct
And
Imma speak on some real issues right now
Mane 'Cuz
death do you fuckin' part
Do you understand to live, to lie by him
Is to share your soul, Lord knows, you gone die by him
I know you heard gun stories
Put me in a serious situation hope I get another chance
To live life as I know
4:30 was the time, I'm feelin' a pain in my chest
I guess I smoke
thing I've ever really known is hustle hard
No crack dealing
But it's that feeling
Of my crew winning
Bad vibes, good riddance
Yeah I'm on the move
You
rhyme committing no crimes
And claiming to be hard on the block
So feel my funk my beat my vibe
Recognize that I'm live or alive you know the time
Who's that? With the yout' that boot
That yout' with the cute yat
There with the boom bap
Cat with the 2Pac durag
Knew that crew that do pack
love for one reason
for all my niggaz that's locked down and bleeding (2x)
[Verse 2]
Anyway I heard Black Jay was getting paper
tell my nigga Nut his
start thinkin 'bout al
Ricardi coverin my body
At the rink when I wow
I bag a hotty or two
This but a shotty for you
I got more bodies than drew
I drink
[Liffy Stokes]
It's like I got the 4-4 cocked
On the block in it two door dropped
And my spot is keepin but hot
The pussy-ass cop throw some
demons by myself the suffer and the pain
Was drifting from my path was driving me insane
Now watch me going HAM you thought a nigga playing
Head high up
everyday lives
I'm with my friends we're so Fuckin' high Playin' magic and Killteam till the day we die We Ain't ever sad we don't pout or Sigh Cause that's
young ones snatching goods
And everyone acting fool, we just can't live
Travel road, bruise blacks with blues
We'd rather ravage crews
Instead of losing
Z2Turntt
I'm just doing my fucking thing
I said fuck this shit lets get high
It's the only way I get by
It's the only way I survive so
Fuck this shit
you playin' life
Wit a man who lives by the sword
And dies naturally against all karma and laws
What, speed on and get peed on
You wanna take
Yea, aye I'm a man so I stand on my own two
I give a damn about a hater and his whole crew
No jump shot so I'm selling crack
To tell you the truth,
the bitch on a jet, wit' her crew
I let 'em vacation, while cases I'm facin'
I live like barbarian, my life is amazin'
Made and broke bread wit' my nigga,
checks
Bad Boy, big things nigga, HF
I put it down for mine, my crew live a life of crime
Constantly non-stop, when they on the climb
And BK, no such
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