Lyrics:
the war is
Whores get it too pop 'em drop dead gorgeous
Dog apply that raw I'm stoppin' you chumps
I'll leave you like a stripper uh topless with pumps
This
chere
And y'all wants me to be forgiving out chere
I'm supposed to live by Christian ideas
But being homophobic could kill your career
So I switched
(oh she make it wobble wobble) (oh she make it wobble wobble) Now gone and drop for me The way she throw them hips around she keep it live for me
my Crew is 2 Live
I ascend like Christ and watch you die
Breakers (HERE!) MC's (HERE!)
Writers (HERE!) Beat-boxers (HERE!)
DJ's (HERE!) Hip-Hop
I get some pussy 'bout 2 times a day
No, no
You ain't gon trap me, ain't no trap for macks
Go, go
Girl turn your ass around, and bring it back
sweet Juliet
Two star-crossed lovers married, looking for regrets
By daybreak I'll be gone and searching for your kiss
Leave me a drop of poison waiting
Here Come The Squad,
Its Time To Get Ghost...
(Shaggy 2 Dope)
If You Wanna Stay You Get Beat By A Pig,
Fuck That Shit Cause' Where I Live,
My Boys Got
of the woods
It's ripped, one thing for sure I'll be good
I'm 2 Live, Nasty As I Wanna Be
Don't shake your sassy ass in front of me
'fore I take you there
it's probably this (fiesta)
Yes ma, Bed-Stuy, fiesta
Remix with the homie from the Midwest side
Game recognize game, hoes do too
It's the new 2 Live
it's probably this (fiesta)
Yes ma, Bed-Stuy, fiesta
Remix with the homie from the Midwest side
Game recognize game, hoes do too
It's the new 2 Live
Yeah as we continue to catch this tempo I need y'all to all
Hold hands, bow your heads, say a prayer man
Lil deezy killin shit man
Savagery coming
hell, you'd probably drop your thong (Hahaha)
I bet you think that you're safe, but my niggas tapped your phone (Yeah)
You a fatherless bitch, hell, I'd
Roc-a-bye, baby, homicide, baby
That's more tear drops, call me crybaby
What you talkin' 'bout? Tell it to my nine
Cut your tongue out, mail it to your moms
And Then Make It Hot And Turn Up.
Huh.
I'm like a one two stepper the East there's Mecca,
The West is a war zone put on your vest.
The Quest over whelming
fuckin broads in nail shops
Hydro? got more bags than bellhops
Two thousand benz on my eight by ten picture
Papichu', slayin crews in icu
Battlin, usin
Yeah, once again, word up urban inspirational
KRS-One, Professor Ecks, whattup Dan? Woo
Temple of Hip-Hop, let's do it
By the sound
Baby take the lead you the boss this time
This time imma tell you how I like it
Longtime you had a thing for me
By the bulge in my jeans you can see
no joke,
Can’t touch my flow like a hammer,
Bring tools I’ll draw for the dagger,
Swing the torch a man get running,
Make a man drop like Andy’s
house side in Cali
Spot in A-T-L, but I be out there Bally
Cause I live in the H, and got hoes round the globe
Stacking up you want, I'm getting doe by
Barnacles
Fuck your crew with a sick dick (sick dick)
I hope you niggas catch syphilis (syphilis)
The .76s, Minnie Ripperton (ooh)
Like a dog in
happen was I had stopped by my nigga be spot
And he had a big blunt of that dro and I forgot
I was s'pose to go to the studio I got some hits to drop
to the Lord by reason of my affliction
Hear my cry from your holy mountain plead blood from your fountain dispersed at the crucifixion
Peep my pulp non fiction
Just me and my crew
'Cause all we wanna do is
And party and bullshit
And party and bullshit
And party and bullshit and party
Am I just wastin' my
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
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