Lyrics:
the crew
Run it up
In the moonlight with my crew
And rolling cars deep
2 deep
Im in traffic with my gang
And we screaming out
Solo fucking gang
This
die, you know?
But it ain't how I live while I'm here, it's how I live when I leave, ya dig?
(Life's ups and downs, they come and go)
But when I
you're lacking
Ah-yo check 1-2
I've got my mand that's about to sneak up on you and your crew
Ya know what I'm saying
Check 1-2
Aiyo Masta Killa I
Some times I wanna dig them up
Other times I think of giving up
Said what's the point of tryna live it up
If ya niggas ain't here to live with ya
I'm
When you see the Opp's, Nigga Buss
Rule number 2
Never switch up on the crew
Keep it A hundred nigga always stay true
Rule number 3
Leave the house with
bag, wit' that cash, overload
Fully, tote fullies, I blow on my own
She can't hold it in, the smoke too strong
Fucked up 'bout that, lettin' bro blow
nigga
Cane slanger, bitch banger, dog I'll bring it to ya
If you got a problem with me, holla at my Luger
Dro puffer, cheese come up, when we
nation to nation like if it was
Contraband I stand, on my own two
With my whole crew, I thought you knew
We're not easily amused by buffoons'
Who talk
n***** shook up
Police got to search we make
It hard for them to cook us
Go and get that bag all by
Ourselves we gotta push us
B O A B E N T you n*****
We cut, produce, and emcee
That's true
You're fucking with a two man crew
We got a run
It's all about having fun
But the countdown
Ends at one
A basin water to put your face in
Shoes to do the lacing
Corruption when you walk
Corrupt you when you talk
What you up to in the dark?
It's like, R2-D2 see
up co-co
I got to tip on the low-low
Bust it there like po-po takin lives with the, oh no
It's a 4-4, mini-missile with a silencer for the whistle
made (they made)
I raise (hold up)
My rings (cabrón)
czucar so sweet that it stings (cabrón)
cnd frozen on crystalline strings
Our ancestors held up by
tame your ego and your fans
Not to brag they're so insane and I think it's kinda lame
You cant live without your fame and you're flexing Gucci Gang
Now
,
twos more than enough
I'm a young kid,
going through a lot,
I'm just chasing my
dream, while you steady rot,
trust- I gave it too easy uhh,
trust, my
, never giving up
All around the world dropping pearls and we live it up, yea we live up
Stay away from haters and the fakers, they ain’t real enough, y’all
you can tell by the way I roll shorty that I'm a ladies man
a business man
condos down the shore
multi million pension plans
but it aint in my plan
These are the rough times, best to hurry up
And duck muh'fucker 'fore I buck mine
It's gettin' crazy and everybody's strapped
Surrounded by niggaz but
These are the rough times, best to hurry up
And duck muh'fucker 'fore I buck mine
It's gettin' crazy and everybody's strapped
Surrounded by niggaz but
the game
Take it by storm now they see the flame
Way up we go we don't live the same
Way up we go and we takin' names
Way up we shot and we took the game
a couple moves with the crew now we tied x2
VERSE 1
Had to Leveled up, CC had to level up
100 up, thought I told you bitches run it up
Bag it up
the crew
Music is life I live in the stu, humans is savage grew up in a zoo
Pockets was hurting ain't know what to do
I came from the bottom got nothing
to juggle
Another day, another struggle
I know how it feel to wake up fucked up
Pockets broke as hell, another rock to sell
People look at you like
TO THE FIVE-
WE UP IN THE BUILDING
cND ITS cLL THE WcY LIVE-
FIVE TO THE SIX
SIX TO THE SEVEN-
I REPRESENT THE WHOLE FcM
cLL THE WcY TO HEcVEN-
SEVEN
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