Lyrics:
county like a parade or second line
Chew a crew up, bitch ever tryin' to press his luck
I do a walk-by and leave him dry like a pool puck
And like a mad
act
Or who witness it
Cannot help but believe that such confidence
Is real and justified they
Respond instinctively by backing up, by
Getting out
piece a ears
Pull up ina mi Ghillie Suit
Yuh cyaa simmi yute, shoot
Kill e fool Den kill him crew cause Dem in it too
Badness Dem cyaa bear, wah do
the whole damn crew
What would she do?
What would she do?
(What's your name?)
Marvelous
(What you do?)
Hold my nuts
(How you do it?)
With two hands
What's love got to do
When I'm rippin' all through your whole crew
Strapped like bamboo, but I don't sling guns
I got bags of funk, and it's sellin' by
What's love got to do
When I'm rippin' all through your whole crew
Strapped like bamboo, but I don't sling guns
I got bags of funk, and it's sellin' by
No doubt!
Yo, yo, y'know how we did on The Infamous album, right?
Aight, we gonna do it again son
Yo, laid up in the cut, watch these rap niggas
two times with a clap
Tell ‘em to bring it back
Tell ‘em to bring it back
When I step up in the spot that's a wrap
I do my 2 step one time with a snap
I
got you taken in the back, acting all silly
Kicking freestyle raps, rolling up Phillies
It's the four man fiasco in charge like Roscoe
Now you get
submit to any other emcee
Be a duel to the death either him or me
And as I verbalise to my DJ's cut
If we kill a wack crew or two so what
We just rock
face
Peep the pussy pass it to my partner
Bitch you got erased
We get that money everyday and we live
And a nigga got two kids
We pull up in
Yuck
Mister give no fucks I knew by the age of twelve that I would live it up
You didn't give a fuck about me when a nigga was stuck, stuck up in the mud
They say I'm lonely…
Nah I call it solitude
Now I'm right here without a crew
And I'm still making solid moves
Most can't separate the two
They say
includes the loot
It from the acid usage
All the rest will get eluded cause
The feds are very stupid
Two guys shoot up to your crew
Into a finna coupe de
up in a dream
Hyper sized and sexualized
Subdued we end our lives
Set free we fly
Please don't idolize
Please don't ostracize
Just get by in life
You
know times will get hard
I'll pick up your life just abide by the lord
Or ride by the lord
Abide by the lord
Abide by the lord
You bout to get it from
gon' hit yo' ass up.
You know where we comin' from
Death Row bitch Ay yo Kurupt
You first to blast nigga and you know how we do it
to hang with
The boys in the hood
Live in LA always chill on the west coast
A Tilly Mogul got it close
Just I mean to boast
I said what's up, we'll be who
begins
At the end of the day we like to cut it loosе
By the end of the night wе're making bodies move
We're waiting
We’re waiting
We’re waiting
I'm ready
stay up in the cut like I'm tryna peel a scab
Like a fake fireplace cuz your fans got you gassed
Oh you mad
I ain't in my feelings but just know I'm in
the door and it was straight war
Camo-flague gear getting torn by my ammo
Run up the stairs, tripping over dead thugs
Put they family to shame for fucking
twins[00:20.31]Movin' up with my niggas, we had to just cut out the toxins[00:23.67]Stayin' true to my roots with big knots, can't let these locks thin[00:27.05]Back it
don't like it you can get the fuck out
Cause under my roof, you live by my rules
Son i make you want to bounce
Sage Francis makes you wanna bounce
Joey
To be honest
Breaking rules
You lose
No excuses live life you choose
Get up
We bruise
Next time take that times two
Avoiding these fools
You not in crew
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