Lyrics:
right, get it right, spit it right
[DMX]
Moves is made, n****s is paid - that's just how it is
When my time is up, I'm a be out, but I'm a try to live
Malcolm-Jamal
I'm a Falcon, Seven Mike Vick with the ball
Cause I can hut-one, hut-two, disrespect, I hunt you down
Ain't a muthafuckin' crew we can't run
sound of this, something's comin'
You can picture like a photograph, envision the image
Of one-two-fifth street and Lenox
The old folks their souls
the slugs out
Love don't live here anymore
I artillery dog
Came wit many foes
Spend ya benz is twenty slow
Get to tha house kick in tha door
You
Singing ‘bout days gone by
Samuel and Margaret relaxed
Rose was next to arrive
ROSE
(sighs) Being a captain's clerk is harder than I thought. I already
It's a kodak moment
We the three live crew
She like dark skin niggas
Like I'm kodak to
Bitch I'm in the strip club
With ho you call boo
And she
My crew in the front got it locked
My live niggas in the back got the gats
Yo, we true to this black
4-4 likes to pour one to the dome, lubricate
before givin' brain
I've been framed, been accused, by the people by my side
So moved in with my crew just so I can live my life
Though if I gotta solo
I did it all for the two lined S
Stackin Cheddar could take forever
Tell the truth I’m blessed
Move on up from that futon
Your crew got plex
With
this bitch, dipped freshly
New Lugz, give the crew hugs, guzzle two mugs
Before I do drugs that make me throw up like flu bugs
True thugs, rugged
block wit' the same crew
'N' everybody sitting fat living good
'N' I'm the only nigga dat be rappin' in my hood
I was raise by the hustlas 'n' gain by
[Chorus]
We O-W in the whole zone
The Likwit Crew is on the microphone
Let it rain brother [Repeat: x 3]
Xzibit do your thing
You get
the groove
Party with my crew
Doin wat I do
One and then the two
One and then the two
Sista's on the move, move, move
I get in a mood
I'm feelin the groove
called Phase 2
And let me tell ya something we're a hell of a crew
Once a week we're on the street
Just a-cutting the jams and making it freak
For you
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
the book
A Mastermind
Never do a thing irrational
Lives forever, these tales are classical
Velvet bow ties, bulletproofs in the tux, when I roll by
In
with some bullshit
There's no limit to what can happen
As the peace barrier has
Been broken by ignorance
People find themselves impaled in
Hell and it's
But I'll put politics in rap
Do the math
This is Al Gore Rhythm
This crew rapping at the back of Al's Store Rhythm
I'm the truth on a mic
Lyrics bag
the impression
Everything I drop, out of the question, stop the guessin'
It's hot, flows provin' I pack 'cause my dough's movin'
My whole crew up in this
of the question, stop the guessin
it's hot, flows provin I pack cause my dough's movin
My whole crew up in this muh'fucker
We spray corners, stand there like you got
that fiend Denise
Cruise the streets, stuntin in that Maybach sixty-two
Nigga what my dope goin fo', 62, c'mon! A gram
By man, my plan's to expand
Deadly kid.. yo!
"C'mon!" "One two!"
"The numba one set and sound" -> [BDP]
"Meth-Tical" -> [Method]
"Pete Rock, this one's for the crew" -> [CL Smooth]
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
in sync?
Out looking for the camera crews
Sell my soul for a second on the evening news
Am I in sync?
Live 'til the bubble pops
Hold my breath
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