Lyrics:
GS's, sendin' messages
Two and two makes four, Cristal's crazily pour
Gun wars, my crew feel 'em like swords
With the green leathers, hundred pound
GS's, sendin' messages
Two and two makes four, Cristal's crazily pour
Gun wars, my crew feel 'em like swords
With the green leathers, hundred pound
a mule
to put my kids through school
Live by my number one rule, got to support my crew
I’ve got nothin’ to lose, divin’ head first in the pool
I’ll be
know that I
Live and die for the things I do slang
I use breakin' down mics and destroyin' crews.
1-2-1-2 uh
1-2-1-2 mic check 1-2-1-2
1-2-1-2
It's 2AM in the morning and it's uh
Light showers and you're probably hookin' up with that girl
That's been, two-wayin you all week
Her baby
to a real nigga
How do u do, how's your crew and their whole family
I love it when I am in the club
And all that ass shake
Throw it throw it baby drop it low
all a cop thought of
We live stool pigeons smokin in salt water *pigeon*
Only my lord and our crew know what happened to him
His family prayin 'cause
weight in the cooter, ten plates to soup ya
One twos we oughta cruise right by the state troopers
When I'm drinkin' Cristal, start thinkin' 'bout Al
booties matter
Gotta big booty bitch ride like she gotta saddle
Got ghost on da plug like i jumped in a phantom
Drop a duece in that bitch dis a exotic
(Verse 2)
Live my life BANGKOK, Crotona in the Bronx
From the block, Now Im in that BANGKOK
Pay attention how the kid rock,
Still got that JUICE like Pac
with Po-yo, and his trunk is steady glowin
See that boy me and Poo
Hes steady jammin Screw
Two toned blades
Flippin rollin with tha whole crew
Yes that
jammin Screw
Two toned blades
Flippin rollin with tha whole crew
Yes that screw you he's a dealer
Boy had a seizure
Its that '96, Kiki locked we gon
hot what what
Mack krew 2da gone make ya drop it like it's hot
Back when I was on the phone with her
I would go to sleep
An wake up to her voice
This
hot what what
Mack krew 2da gone make ya drop it like it's hot
Back when I was on the phone with her
I would go to sleep
An wake up to her voice
cars (Cars)
Have to love them ratchet bitches (bitches), they get 2 Live with the Crew (Crew)
Make them pop that pussy open (open), man I feel like Uncle
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
bakin' soda, this home improvement
She bring the .9 by two
I fuck on that ho and came back on her (go)
It look like she went got a new BBL
Oh, now
to East Greenwich through
Every state with a sentence
Frozen weight in the cooter
Ten plates to soup ya
1 2's we oughta cruise right
By the state troopers
Two by two
Comin in two by two
Never been around no guys like us, it says a lot about you
Two by two
Fuck with my two live crew
Tell me everything
damn
They in love with the crew, fam
These two freak hoes wanna lick it up
Tell them drop down low then pick it up
Slow it down then speed it up
Clap
Tekken 2
Lesson two I'm adressin you
Turn out the lights like the World Class Wreckin' Crew
Bring out the best in you
Confessin true lies about your inner
new fetish
Just got out of bed, and I knew you'd regret it.
She drop by some head and then boop-boop she finish
Got fruit-loops for dinner and chew
on the game
I suppose what you're spittin' is flames, cowards
Knew your crew was vaginal, I could smell the dooch powder
Summer's Eve, I drop degrees chill
or The Fugees, hahahahaha
Y’all niggas’ll never stop me, never drop me
Never make me fall me, 2Pacalypse
All I know how to do is BALL BALL BALL!
My crew, survive
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