Lyrics:
I be that cold, be careful when I’m on the scene
Mash mode, I do this sh** by any means
I be fresh though, they envy and supposedly
In my Jay’s h
[Pac]
Live in this motherfucker Thug Pound bitch
Kurupt Daz Makaveli Idi Kastro Hussein
You know bitch the whole muthafuckin' clique.
We
getting oh so clear
Just Hop of the merry-go
For you can steer
This is h.EcR 2
•Music breakdown•
Just gotta be yourself
Change Your cttitude let that
H, O, P, we are
H, I, P, H, O, P, we are
C'mon, uhh
Dead two in the head before some A and R tell me
I must give up the streets you lift
H, O, P, we are
H, I, P, H, O, P, we are
C'mon, uhh
Dead two in the head before some A and R tell me
I must give up the streets you lift
(Tormented)
Liquor got the Nina feelin real (Demented)
So intoxicated I could kill (Get fucked up)
When I'm havin trouble payin bills (Might luck up)
If I got
H-o-s-t-why-l-e
(tha thug chicks who loved it)
Those them types that fuck wit me
(lets get this money till we die)
[Verse 2]
Climax a vocal, like tha local
One, two
Go ahead, throw a chain on, nigga
Tell them boys where you came from, nigga
Tell them boys why I stay up late
Tryna say, tryna say, tryna
bout to get it and go
O Fresh, yeah we up to somethin'
H-Town, so the trunk is bumpin'
You gon' hear me before you see me comin'
Everyday, all day we
they fall
Got all of these rules just to live by the law
This is my surefire I don't get no applause
I'm just being me ain't no way that it's my fault
Live in this muthafucker!
Thug Pound, biatch!
Kurupt, Daz, Makaveli, EDI, Kastro, Hussein
You know, bitch
The whole muthafuckin' clique
We gon' hit
down the street where BIG got shot
I hunt you
And the very next day where Pac met his fate
It's how we live our life, surrounded by Che
Pause
Where
N17 Bricksquad
Dough
Chase that money like a h*e
Money coming in bill folds
I'm only stacking when i'm broke
That's why i'm tryna get this dough
cha want to do?
want to ride with, want to roll with the crew, get live with the crew?
In 99, it's time to shine with the crew
Yo what cha, what
the boogie
I be loyal to my peeps
Like budha stud doogie
Never very bad news
Payin' crazy dues
I'm blowin' out crews
And tamin' mad shrews
Like Bill
Ugh-ugh
Yah-Yah
Yah-Yah
Yeah
So I might speed in the beam never seen by the law
So mean with the cream n**** cold like slaw
D*** fiend with
the era of the juice crew, don't let that dookie noose you
1 and 1 is 2, its just as simple as Blue's Clues
The nine will get most of you, turn yourself
1, 2, 3 let's go!
They wanna lyrical war so i'm on it
Them man are shit homegrown, i'm chronic
Them man are coming like tails, i'm Sonic
Them man are
Pour two shots for loss Soldiers
And one more for the whole city
Other cities can't fuck with us
And if they do they so silly
Clocked in no time out
on the wing, just know mummy raised a king
Grind 'til money ain't a thing, you became a boss and brought all these bruddas in
Live by loyalty and honour, same
sex but I'd rather get some bread
I said I'd rather get some bread, I said I'd rather get some bread
Ay, it's two hundred women in the V.I.P.
throwing P's
While you stand with me
P-Town, charged up like batteries
Mo fuckers is So down
It's an understatement to gravity
Pour two shots for loss
throwing P's
While you stand with me
P-Town, charged up like batteries
Mo fuckers is So down
It's an understatement to gravity
Pour two shots for loss
throwing P's
While you stand with me
P-Town, charged up like batteries
Mo fuckers is So down
It's an understatement to gravity
Pour two shots for loss
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