Lyrics:
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
able to control this?
I know some fok' that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard the explosions
Same shit happened back in Hurricane
Miami, booty-bass, 2 Live Crew type feel
That's fine, I can fuck with it
I just hope that my momma don't hear this track
Let's go
Eat that ass
Eat that ass
"but it's a herut-likwit crew connection"(sample) 2x
[defari]
Don't regret it, you had your chance and couldn't set it
You hear me rhyme and try
Yeah, check it
Yo yeah I smoke weed now I don't give a fuck
And I also tote guns in case my dram pop up
It's crew love I spit two at every few
back like theives and foes
Nasty as i wanna be
That must be 2 live for your crew
Hoe get down get low
Im crossin these mammas like tic tac toe
Lets ride
theives and foes nasty as I wanna be
That makes me 2 live for your crew
Ho get down get low
I'm crossin these mammas like tic tac toe
Let's ride let's go
like a stop sign
Curve bad bitches only time I drop dimes
I Blew checks before you had a Blue check
Put you on a shirt bring it to your whole crew
sir, yes sir
Oh, we gonna take it back like thieves and foes
Nasty as I want to be
That makes me too live for your crew
Ho get down get low
I'm
snitching
We might wanna check on how we dealing with them sisters
Sincerely speaking, I try by all means
Maybe the booty was always the problem
The price for
the air make them boys look live
Big booty bitch can’t hide (yee)
Fuck it up then switch sides (yee)
Verse 2 - Looking right at her she twerking
Got ya boy
clever lyricist
Hi-see the pearl rabbit never fear a bitch
K and D from 2nd II None my homies from elementary
To the new century
Well, I guess by
against us
Now they taking loss
Only high octane is what I keep in da tank
Wit a sound system by Groot that got magnificent range
We got ladies in the crew
two, she bustin Down tonight, I put that on the Crew
Popped a pill so I can feel it too
I'm smokin glue, sipping Something purple outta double Duces
Baby
[Pimp c]
One motherfucker, two motherfuckers
Three motherfuckers, fo' wanna squab with me
Over they, motherfucking hoe
Tell 'em like this, ya
hitman I want you dead ya crew dead
If I go in my bag like you did blllllllat!
I'll air this bitch out and
That's on my two kids
Truth is, this not gon' go
you gon get it how you live cuz..
[Hook 2: Nelly]
This goes out to my West Coast crew
Now hold ya Dub up in the airr if ya feel me
Fuck em all
on our on two feet
If we want to live wit justice and harmony
How many more rounds must I go
In order to let my people know
Times were hard, things
on our on two feet
If we want to live wit justice and harmony
How many more rounds must I go
In order to let my people know
Times were hard, things
on our on two feet
If we want to live wit justice and harmony
How many more rounds must I go
In order to let my people know
Times were hard, things
drop and do the booty wop (ooooooh)
The way you shakin your reals, will(?) appeal(?)
Is makin (??), OF A WHOLE LOT OF BILLS
But I ain't into
love is the law that we live by
Day by day I wonder why my shorty had to die
I reminice over my ghetto princess everyday
Give it up for my shorty
the dawny(?)
Hard, we live too, just like the 2 Live Crew, me so horny
'cause I'm a choosy thug, you get your booty hugged
Face down, ass up, don't stop, gitty
the dawny(?)
Hard, we live too, just like the 2 Live Crew, me so horny
'cause I'm a choosy thug, you get your booty hugged
Face down, ass up, don't stop, gitty
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