Lyrics:
left us
Well he's gone and life goes on, you know
We had a crew, but one by one we go
Memories of his face that was full of joy
Rock-a, Rock-a bye,
is bright
Blind gain sight when I guide by the light
Everybody trying to have the time of their life
They live for the day then die by the night
One
a true piece of filth
Roll his ass over then take what you will
Ain't showing off
Just makin paper
Two by two on the boats for labor
Piss in his ice tea
can't use dem food stamps
Other crews like to sample and mix
But our crew, we just play that shit
Live, drums, bass, keys
Niggas don't like it, you
Lincoln continental
I'm the mouth that roared swore to the lord
The eye of hawk both live and die by the sword
The forbidden the six man be sinnin'
sleepwalkin
So all that bullshit you did, I know where you live
You better be on point when you walk in the rest
Your broke ass probably don't got a vest
back to San Fran with the ninerz can you dig it
Too many bandz but they not for show
Too many broke niggas ask for doe
Trynna live my life yea I bet you
crazy, my mind gone
Yeah, she say I'm a dog, but I pass the bone
Ayo, partner dead, get it back or don't
Ayo, bitch got ass, let me smack her trunk
I'm
Yeah, check it
Yo yeah I smoke weed now I don't give a fuck
And I also tote guns in case my dram pop up
It's crew love I spit two at every few
These pussy niggas be talkin'
I swear to God I'll blast 'em
Show them that I'm forreal, man I be ball
Look at that fake ass chain look like
He got it from
traumas but they don’t forget me
A sick fiend, I’ve got 2 left shoulders
Fueled by liquor cause I can do less sober
I wish my whole crew gets older
but too
off yo ass and jam!) (2x)
[ uncredited guest rapper number four ]
Westside, hoo-ride, let me kick a pimpin slide
Weak niggas straight trip when I ride
hang it up
Go somewhere and hang up some 50 posters, PUNK
You speak too late, y'all prolly gon' go up to them awards
and get yo' ass whooped by B2K
I
Motherfucker, still ballin'
Niggas wonder why
You could bring your crew, but we remain true
Motherfucker, still ballin'
Now everybody wanna see us dead
Two
some dope and quit
Then you see his bitch-ass two weeks later, now he dead broke on his ass
Now you ain't got no job, bitch-ass nigga
One, get some
of Burbank, Illinois, please call us immediately
Uh, bitch, I'm with the crew
Bitch, I'm with the crew
Acting goofy off the juice, now we only seeing twos
to stay
My crew I'm believing so fuck it anyway
I got my mob from the Rule, that live by the cruel
And my crew from Courtland Ave. always say they'll set
I'm broke 'cause it take no skills to pay the bills
But that's alright because I gotta kill a crew
(I'm down with the MAAD ass you know who)
She steady chatting up the judge
She needs increases
How do you suppose I live?
You freaking leeches
She don't care
Sell your ass to dirty cretins
Just
fuckin' paper route
Throwin' bombs at day care centers and yell "Everybody get out"
My girl beat my ass and shot me in the back with a 2-piece
'Cause she
the three-o-to-four pound
Hit a nigga dead in his wig - FUCK IT!!
Yo, too many bitch-ass-niggas think they got a lot
And I'ma dead these wannabe heads with
the Outlawz
Bad Azz representin' the L.B.C. Crew
What you wanna do?
You know how we do it
Time goes by
? puffin on lye
Hopin that it get me high
Got
at a real at a real live nigga
that craaazy and get ready to
die loc,any last wordz before your ass gets smoked,it aint a joke cuz my
pockets is broke my
a fuck about ya crew
You try to keep up but got stuck like the two
Between nevers and Atlantis, I kicks a frantic
And goddamn it, watch me and my man
Discuss these dead ass broke by 2 live crew Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In