Lyrics:
And, and, bass up the track a little bit
'Cause I, I'm here I want to hear that
Boom-bish, boom, you know what I'm sayin'?
Yeah, yeah, you know
DELIVERED BY c MEMBER OF THE YOUNG CREW:
MEMORcBLE LINES: (1) ”The ghetto is real son, filled with nothing but guns, drugs and buns; (2) Never seen a little
York, New York, the city that never sleeps
Bodies, covered in white sheets, are layin in the streets
Shit gets deep, as we creep up the block by the kids
that ain't mine with a wig
On sun glasses and a bull's hat like boom, boom, boom, boom
Shoot through the seat, blood from a pool, drive the bitch
double ooh who crew you two,
I don't give a damn about the colour in the shoes,
Only how many real niggas I can use,
When the demons get to fiendin
I leave bodies in ditches, play bitch niggas like bithces
Nutcracker doin hits by the dozen
When I make moves, I ride the train with my cousin
play with Trippie, kid (boom, Doe Beezy, boom)
All that rappin' shit, I really live, this shit I really did (yeah, yeah, that's facts)
Used to slide in
your crew that's why your stage show's wack!
So let the sleeping and assuming and the B.S. stop
Because, Naughty is to live and die for Hip Hop
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
buy, won't stand by
And let a nigga do his dues
Fuck these hoes, get this bread, rep the crew, the
[Chorus - repeat 2x]
R - realest niggas puttin it
my city then you choke
[Chorus]
C-O-M-P-T-O-N
Punk motherfuckers get two to the chin
I don't give a fuck what ya got or who you know
play we vets
It's west coast foe life no crew only sets
[Ice Cube]
It's the dog breathing through the smog
I'm a hog of this gangster shit
Don
sins, I'll lock and key
Seoul city flexin, seoul city vibes
Seoul city textin, seoul city time
I don't believe in, these seoul city lies
Imma find my
(Bad, Bad, Bad, Bad) (x3)
I am the bad man, I don't live by your rules
I am the glad man, that bad is cool.
Hey come on man, don't just drool
Come
niggas down, I ain't have a car (yeah)
Too fast, I get on your ass, you ain't gettin' far (boom)
Too sad, he was talkin' bad, now he in the stars (boom
the city,
The nitty gritty, always together like titties.
By any chance that I do get burnt,
You better believe that I'm comin' back, just like a tax
never die, ah!
My crew standing by my side
Pass the joint we getting high
In this life you live or die
So you gotta go outside
Go and catch some good
And though I pack this pound 3-5-7 or 4-5
Will I hide? Will I die? Will I ride?
Niggas never know why
My whole crew, a family clique
Are we sick? Are we live
of a minute ago
CREW 1
Oi, my mates, be honest
Have my senses totally failed
Was that the work of demons
Or the work of too much ale
CREW 2
I've weathered
loving my style (She love it)
I got a tooly with me with a silencer on it so it don't make a sound (Shhh)
Pew she loving the crew
I need a crib by the lake
narrows her eyes
Everyone looks at my mother she is one of
If not the most influential
Socialites in the city
He hands her two passes
A red one for her
play we vets
It's west coast foe life no crew only sets
[Ice Cube]
It's the dog breathing through the smog
I'm a hog of this gangster shit
Don
my pocket
Yo heard, with my head I cock it, and rock it like that brother in colors
'Cause I want y'all to live, my crew is 2 Live, we sneakin'
(boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Hid the forty by the Oak Room, winnin', did my one-two (ah)
Chloe, what you drinkin'? Make sure my bottle's gold
Gator
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