Lyrics:
bro
Crew yo, I thought you knew when I'd be rollin' deep
No fuckin' Nytol needed to put your ass to sleep
I fly heads where there's dreads with
gonna drop and then they drop they draws
Whoever tried to tell me I should stop is clearly fucking wrong
Every time she giving me the neck she sings
Told Curated to have it glitching, when he sent the work back
Made me not wanna look back got a new spot
Bet your new drop was a fucking pair of flip
niggaz is flaming gats at my circle
I catch you, my first reaction is to hurt you
I hit your bird too, two in your scalp then you out
Your thug crew
I drop the realest shit
Cuz I drop the realest shit
Verse two I'm gonna come abuse you
With my one two's you
Can't fuck with my crew dude
Don't be
worst stay by my side
Hand on the wheel yeah we both ride
Through the night it’s just you and i
Round two even when we’re tired
You’re custom made no lie
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
But your happiness first
Your eyes ain't known to water down
You're too perfect in mine
And you've been on my mind 1,2 many times
I'm not one to let go
Joe, left by Judy with the booty crew
but they blame the game Suzy with the snooty two (who?)
The Blockout Thugs plus the hoochie crew, shit I keep my
your problem
It seems you want to be KRS-Two
From my point of view, backtrack, stop the attack
'Cause KRS-One means simply one KRS
That's it, that's
strolled through fields of dew|I do not know of dust to dust|I live from breath to breath|I live to climb that mountain|To the Fountain of Lamneth||[II
x4]
I got soft, I got hard, I got pills, I got bars [Repeat: x2]
Rocks under in my balls, pistol up in my draws
A bird a blow, and cable break
lip torn tattered sash hard ass cast and crew can support though,
A band of young bandits never destined to grow,
Live in the mouth of the island
down kid bUCK 'EM DOWN
I got a crew of pistol
Bangers that's real live
So welcome to hell, pig
You won't survivelong
Cause I refuse to get locked down
if they try to come for me
These mask and gloves ain’t stopping these
V2’s 223 I’m drumming through the pilot
With a AR 5.56 this 203 a rocket
Drop by
One time for your mind
Two times for Mumia, Sekou
Three times for my Brooklyn dimes
Seven times for pleasure
I don't trip, I don't trip
We don't
these Southern boys goin' get all they got
[Chorus]
[Khujo]
Pop it in, get to work, brains blow, ?
Off the block before your carcass drop
Can't
people be schemin for a buck
Watch out, pray for luck that you won't get stuck
By a mob or a crew or a Clan but if it's one man
Let the shit hit the fan
and back
Then burn something backstage where my crew is at
See there's a couple of things that I've wanted all year
To live off this mike and be sponsored by
me
You be ray and I'm brock
If you ever see me in a drop
Don't get shocked
I don't run for friends
I can't do it
Only rock with the fam and the crew
I
of
Starrcade '98, I meditate at a rate that'll cause an earthquake
I drop antrax bombs on your plantation,
Then murder you twice, to make sure there's no
rappers ball, but they don't live phat
Nigga, I doubt if you go gold or platinum
What we do has only been mastered by a few
I take a half a million tapes
a cousin named Ant
Dead, they say the young man only died by the head
The streets all we got it
Boys gon' be boys, me in ya hype
Teach your son to like guns
Back to the crib, to the stu
Packs in the whip need to move
Back to the stu, to the crib
That's how the crew need to live
Back to the stu,
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