Lyrics:
[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
and look where we at
the bottom, simple as that
I'm bringing it back to the fore-front
like Luke in the 2 Live Crew days
he's the one that's got these mami's
seen all o' y'all comin' in the strip club,
lookin' at all this pussy, me and the boys, me and 2 Live Crew,
Brother Marquis, Mr.Mixx, uhh, Fresh -
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
right, get it right, spit it right
[DMX]
Moves is made, niggas 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
base
Anytime and place
What? Like Janet, I slam kids
Harder than Sha-quille O'neal down to the masses
I take crews back to, um, hiphop classes
Because
freeze right there
All run scared, gear 2nd not prepared
Like a dragon they be hunting me, a legend
I'm the heir shock you like nani
You're welcome to spar
Aiming for the top so I never stop climbing
Out in public so you're seeing that my stock's rising
But this ain't Wall Street, just comparing the two
ghostly
Rush me, 'cause you ain't gonna live to roast me
I'll have my motherfuckin' ass kicked by Moby
If I let some bitch in the can like 'Bis cop over
slang I use
breakin' down mics and destroyin' crews. (2X)
1-2-1-2 unhh............ 1-2-1-2 mic check 1-2-1-2
1-2-1-2 unhh............ 1-2-1-2 mic check
the breeze
Might just be a rookie but soon ill smoke some tree
With black eyed peas bitch Imma imma imma imma be
Only cool with the crew when we actin stupid
pockets swole (the money)
Big bankroll, top floor South Beach (top)
Long money Gucci, ask your bitch 'bout me (ask)
Penthouse suite, four hoes, two weeks
sellin cross far waters
My Mobb pits is like dime bricks
Satisfaction, guaranteed real shit
Rapper Noyd, we meet you at the top kid
And once we
to your wife bed, satin
top bottom, side to side, yeah bitches it's craccin
Edd don't know no better he damaged, bit by a vamp, nicca he vampin
waitin in
(Mr.Cheeks)
Yo we come through like balls, see us niggas takin two pulls and pass
Nigga watch your back once you talk out your ass
I pack a .380 in
that move that move that
2 by 2 when we come through with the crew
move with the speed of a Zu
Lu (ah) with more tricks then a Bru(Ja)
you know how
robots
Who forgot
Hypnotic in a
Two thousand by three thousand mile box
Thirty five year olds lost in a x box
Playstation and videos
So that's
I should prolly walk round with a 40 by my side
Not for self defence I’d rather choose the time I die
Live it up everytime that I’m back in the 65
and hangin' by the Ceiling fan
I'm tryna get to the top with the world in the palm of my hand
I'm movin' like a spider, got the mask on Michael Myers
Me
of heaven sent
It ain't nothin' to pull up to your residence
Spin your block and we don't leave no evidence
One time for the hoes in the front
Two time for
on the mami that's half naked
Being hella extra no gum it's pretty pathetic
Same ol conversations being heard
Everybody flockin to the brunches by the herd
Omg
Premier scratches]
"Boston niggaz don't play.." ".. live and direct son"
"The crew is sayin somethin.." ".. you know the deal"
[Verse Two]
Will them dogs
and look where we at
the bottom, simple as that
I'm bringing it back to the fore-front
like Luke in the 2 Live Crew days
he's the one that's got these mami's
houses with the chandelier
Me and my crew, mad cans of beer
It's copin', live vibe, still eyes open, it's clear
Presidential suites at The Tangier
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