Lyrics:
on top of stacks
B****es, whips, floss, gettin in puttin' it in n****
Swerve on a hater like, "f*** your life"
I'll just ask spider, if that's your
the bullets start bustin'
First crime, we came with Mystic Stylez on grime
You slip, I live by my rep don't fuck with mine
Da end, the souls of men
to live?
Y'know you really can't say that ya blame niggas
Fuck bein tame, set aflame, time to aim triggers
2Pac'll spark a revolution, fuck
feelin' like a vibe
When I get a vibe I don't think twice
Thought I wanted you for my life
Now I guess it's just a waste of time
Whole crew feelin' like
the spot blown and send bitch-niggaz to (?)
[One Two]
Beware! Emcees out there, drop ya mics
Your talkin might result in the loss of life
And also might,
about to sneak up on you and your crew
Ya know what I'm saying ayyo check 1-2
Ayyo masta killa I want you to put one up in 'em son
And show 'em you
the Eastside of Long Beach, that's 2-1 Street
See we, live and die by the gun and the knife
And I, high as a kite, corrallin through the night
Ha ha, stackin'
that you gotta pull ya mink out
Or grab ya roller skates and, turn a roller rink out
You now back up in the club, in the club, tryna min-gle
Jettin' from Roscoe Peco train
Slip a tab and mushrooms in my coffee
With half a forty
Feel like the wall's moving towards me
Ya, till I die from old age
gon' rule like me
Keep it true like me, Cole you might be
Like the new Ice Cube, meets the new Ice-T
Meets 2 Live Crew, meets the new Spike Lee
Meets
is highly addictive
Especially when you're used to having money to live with
I thought step back look at my life as a whole
Ain't no love it seems
over here, let's listen to Thes One (check it out)
It was me and Double K in my room in '95
Beatboxing on the mic, recording the tape live (live
(Once again)
Once again
It's the infamous back in the house once again
Live the life, that of diamonds and guns and now gems
Pull gats like
(Once again)
Once again
It's the infamous back in the house once again
Live the life, that of diamonds and guns and now gems
Pull gats like
cash is highly addictive
Especially when you're used to havin' money to live with
I thought step back look at my life as a whole
Ain't no love it
rotten
Microphone check, one two one two
Shouts to the East and the West coast crew
Whatever you do, keep this hip-hop shit true
{"That's all I
motherfucker what you wanna do
The trife life for living famous
Bustin' shots live it's dangerous
In midnight we do it right in broad light
The trife life
ya life be so cra
You riding with ya bae on the Bay Bridge
Cruising down to Oakland that's where bae lives
Going to see the Warriors verse the Lakers
rocked, they cold ass locked up
In cells blocks, days of our lives, cheatin wives
Takin half a nigga's pie, enemies in disguise
Take ya clientel, ya girl
Knives in our hands to the sound of the click
And now we're ready, we hit the swoove
Windows ease down we spray their crews
Eight fools dead, a baby too
touch tha hate like some bacteria
some nasty ass food from tha cafateria
youll have and hear me bruh if u pass me up ah luh
ima beat ya ass tearin u in
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
already knew what it take to live this life
Keep a ナイフ when you posted with the crew
Never know who staying true
On my hands I'm counting two
Never been
the Eastside of Long Beach, that's 2-1 Street
See we, live and die by the gun and the knife
And I, high as a kite, corrallin through the night
Ha ha, stackin'
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