Lyrics:
really got to give
Damn I want to live in 2-1-3
[Chorus]
It's the Dub S.C. on G parolee
And although deez steadily grinding for cheese
Trunk fulla
or two this time
Let’s play it all back in rewind
These are the days that we’ll remember
When September comes around
We’ve spent all our money traveling
September rain comes fallin' down
And I don't feel a thing
It's something in the ambiance that
Makes ya wanna sing
And finally I can feel you
young ones snatching goods
And everyone acting fool, we just can't live
Travel road, bruise blacks with blues
We'd rather ravage crews
Instead of losing
First off I want to start off by saying thank you (Thank you)
Thank you for growing up with me and thank you for being you
We were a crew it's been
again
My worst enemy, my best friend
I fight myself in a steel cage
It's like the pain will never end
Take a two by four
Light it up and hope the flames
halos halos
Watch this nigga, the boy that died, a king called Prince
Just like me but I got the chance to grow into AkinG
I was raised by two immigrant
And the team getting big
3 continents ayy
Anything I want I say and its done in a day
Send mix to Russia it’s done by the AM
Round the clock shit - нам не
cause God's the one who's punching clocks
Y'all just put the time in
Verse 2 - Stylus
These ghastly folks in-trapped by the ghost who roll for Satan
'bout to take your ass to school, nigga
Show you how to move, nigga, we live by no rules, nigga
Ohh, uh, one to the two, yuh
Million dollars on me
what's up
Wu-tang, nigga, that's what's up
Wu-tang, nigga, Crash Ya Crew , laugh at you
You bastard, you, pass through, slap an ass or two
Hear me
what's up
Wu-tang, nigga, that's what's up
Wu-tang, nigga, Crash Ya Crew , laugh at you
You bastard, you, pass through, slap an ass or two
Hear me
foul
From the tip of my head to the crack of my ass
She got busy so I called to the crew
You bitches know what to do
Hoes try to front like they
SXM yeah kewand
Married to the money I do
I just got two hoes they both brand new
Kicks like Judo brand new
Live by the G code that's how we move
of a boxing match
Marine biologist looking for a shark to catch
Work or starve I want sirloin steak
I wanna live large and I got what it takes
It takes two
Nothing that can't be fixed by my
Ray-bans and an aspirin or two
Nothing that lasts forever not me not you
And there's nothing I wouldn't love
still takin' rappin' for a joke
A passing hope or a phase with a rope
Sometimes I choke and try to believe
When I get challenged by a million MCs
I
your flesh hold
Thirty-two, or whatever the tech holes
My dirty crew rather hawk you to death rather than talk you to death
'Cause listenin' is like
With an architectural design by TraxNYC, believe it
I'd ask to rock it, but I might fall
And by the way, how much of a ball was Live at Carnegie Hall?
it happen, ain't no need for no luck
Ain't no lotteries, no pick 3's or pick 2's
Keep the money in your family, gamble amongst your crew
'Cause
used to mob every show
Whole crew couldn't be faded
Straight untouchable flows
Faithful few stayed down
Whether I'm rich or I'm broke
Trees by
This ain't the life a nigga wanted
But fuck it nigga Imma live it how it is
I swear everybody warned me
I ain't listen now I get it
Imma live it
I'm po'ed up and I'm off drank
Floating up cuz I'm off dank
Louie belt to hold the balmains
All apparel by Sauce mane
Bracelets - bout 4 rangs
Maybe two
the marines
So on the military bases they raised her
Selling roses on the street
Couldn't get by so the food stamp saved her
As a little kid digging in
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