Lyrics:
to get mad and cut a few fukin' rubs
Chorus -
It ain't no joke, it's a poor mans coke
I got busted by the law while i was havin' a toke
It ain't no joke,
Ladies and gentlemen
Right here on tonight's stage
We're gonna have two savage minds
Two ruthless battlers two gruesome souls
Go live, right here
In
don't play with my gangsta
And have the boy blue like a Texas Ranger
And I know cheaters never get crowned
So I play fair like roller coasters
do it for the meals
We just wanna put some food on the table don't wanna die before we live
I just wanna rock and pop the bottles with the crew (Crew
to be a hole.
And I don't know what we'll do if this yard gets sold,
For the only life we've known is in the shipyard.
[Additional lyrics not
it’s gon’ get physical
Texas, lone ranger, danger, no Mystikal
Christian my Louboutin’s, Giuseppe steppers
I might just go Maison Margiela’s
Like I’m
featuring Sadat X
[Kool] Yo Sadat whassup?
[S.X.] Yo I'm right here
[Kool] I got these two girls
They ready to roll up
my pocket
Yo heard, with my head I cock it, and rock it like that brother in colors
'Cause I want y'all to live, my crew is 2 Live, we sneakin'
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
chillin and
Front on this and get dissed, motherfucker
Me and my crew, me and my crew we be chillin and
Front on this and get dissed
Ah one two
2-G, feel me
[Hook]
Now get your hands up, this is a motherfucking stick up
Don't even get up, just give your fucking shit up
And give your grip up, but
Why wasn't they able to control this?
I know some folk that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard explosions
Same shit happened back
"Everybody don't always make it
But there's always that guy back in
The hood that was the
Shit and inspired the people that
Did make it" Meek Mill
By the time
to ban the sale of Miami rap group
The 2 Live Crew's double-platinum album, "Nasty As They Wanna Be," in Broward County
We think it's the banning
2-G, feel me
[Hook]
Now get your hands up, this is a motherfucking stick up
Don't even get up, just give your fucking shit up
And give your grip up, but
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
tears in her eye
But I just wonder why
'cause if I gots to die I gots to go, I ain't scared
With one up in my chest but two to my head
But don't kill my
crew
So what you do, is back up if you work for Bush
Cause all the Presidential prison pushin politicians
gotta get MUSHED, gimme back my land you
move
Now it's on to Texas and to (Georgia)
They tell you what they want
Show you what they want you to see
But they don't let you know
What's really
br)
Step out from the side these 忍者s hide
I need you taking bout a thousand lives (Go head do that for me)
Like a tank if you can't
You ain't in my crew
music in the chamber
I'm God's gift, heard I was born in a manger
Danger! Cosmetic face rearrange you
Leave you slumped on the chessboard, found by
on the grind and don't catch no case
Bitches, that's what you always be
Like the other young bitches that try to get with me
I run all up in it but this ain't
trigger
Don't move nigga I'm taking you for murder."
See cops got two faces like two laces on my Reeboks
My knees knock as I step back for a clearer shot
want it
They want it
They want it
They want it
213 to the 305
Get it so live and get you hype
They want it
They want it
They want it
They want it
213
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