Lyrics:
look at my money, like it's not mitunkne yeah yeah
Homie I come from the street, live my life by the rules
If I owe ya I'm gon' get ya, might be ten
some damn fools
Don’tchu know to do that type of
Dirt down at the sand dunes?’
Disrespectful vandals, prepubescent packrats
One plus two equals a crew
to speak out
Scary reach out, scream murder and pull the glock out
Cock it back, then tell your crew to relax
Take a deep breath, now take six
eyes vermillion…
Only real ones round me, your crew full of damn reptilians…
Aye, switching the vibe, I gotta live before I can die…
I got a fam, I
How we come up
By pulling up
Promise we gon' live it up
This for my ballers world-wide, state
To state,
City
To city,
We on the rise
Turn my music high
well (well)
Then hop up on the beat and I give them hell (hell)
Yeah cuz that's just what I do
Tell a hater suck my dick like I'm 2 live crew
Got
to you
I live by the rule, had a vision or two, formed up a crew, put my mind on the true
I focus, pay attention to my vocals, known world wide, even
mouth, why don't you tell my dick"
Man, I'm still that kid, this where real shit lives
Got the password to it, like I steal Netflix, mm
Michael Keaton
If I got one life to live, then I rob cats for the other eight
And count it down, 1-2-3-4-5, The illest underground hip-hop, we bring it to you live
shit!
Yeah! We laugh, this is TBM radio
You're rocking out with your boy
I got some boys on deck and this boy
He go by the name Fred The Godson!
the end cause I am trouble
Two more problems now ahead I gotta hustle on the double
Yeah
My soulmate somewhere sitting by the edge waiting for me singing
[C-Bo]
My whole crew balling
Pushing roses down to the impalas
On a mission for dollars bumping hoes
You know my motto
All about the cash 6
Why would you test this?
Mex out of Tex with 7 s-k-s's partna
[Chorus: x2]
They call me Rasheed
I smoke the bomb weed
I came up off my feet
designer, drill it in a Canada Goose
Harlem, hold it down for the crew
I coulda broke my hands bagging weight and it's true
8 dash, but we got about 2
like I love Lucy
my crib is crawling with blunt roaches and
when I'm feigning, I exterminate them by them
lit the dro, in a optimo sizzle slow
hit
Tough sinners, break bread with Jesus at dinner
Protected by a heavenly force, fuck a minister
Niggaz know better, no one's letter is better than mine
re-see downer
N 2Deep and Manish come about them pantses
On the table, on the frigidy, on the couch, on the canvas
Uhmm
Assholes and ellbows tell hoes
"Usually it starts by, you know
Crossing out mostly you know
One neighborhood will put their writing
On the wall, and then, you know
We come in right
Might find you riding dick in the loo
Bitch i think you made a song bout yourself (magir chele)
6'2 how you get cheated by an elf
Moina hop on a dick
live crew
Celebrate while I pour my brew
Achieved this birds eye view
The whole thing right on cue
I guess the rap game got me pre approved
stay having less
All I know, if they in charge
We'll resume to live this mess
Tell you something, you in fear, false truth by the test
I object
My
speak
Living life without fear
Puttin' five karats in my baby girl ear
Lunches, brunches, interviews by the pool
Considered a fool 'cause I dropped
Out
Hook
It’s the big time bby
Doin it big
Over spending that’s how we do
Big spending bby
enjoying our lives going out
doing wat we want
Mingling
some Platnum Cookie, Loto, or that jet fuel
Live a life that's unbelieving
Road running state to state biting beans geekin
Crew was popping seals for no
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