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or The Fugees, hahahahaha
Y’all niggas’ll never stop me, never drop me
Never make me fall me, 2Pacalypse
All I know how to do is BALL BALL BALL!
My crew, survive
by his face, blast one by his eardrum
Piss run, you drop thinkin you shot
Screamin like a bitch, kicks to your face
Shots to the body that shake like
what you can and cannot do
But if you go to jail, watch yours for a crew
'Cause when you go in the shower, he's pullin' his meat
And he's lookin'
to jail, watch yours for a crew
Cause when you go in the shower, he's pullin' his meat
And he's lookin' at you and say you look real sweet
And at first
I put that on Gabana every rhyme I done spitted
One two, one two, your whole crew I dismantle
Rock fly gear and stay clear of sex scandals
With
gs's sendin messages
two and two makes four, cristal's crazily pour
gun wars my crew phantom like swords
verse three: ghostface killer
with the green
your seat at?
Where your plate, where your lobster, where your sea bass?
We ain't never left, acting like we back
You should see us now taking pictures
can't do two things, no one can do two things, and I want my
One thing to be living for you Jesus
He Said, you was made to worship Me
Now drop to your
when my Smith-Wes' blast
So just dash or trespass and get your chest smashed
Rap New York rules, I sport jewels and extort crews
Don't get me pissed,
drop bars on them beats so dope its i'm like Jay to the kwa(Kiss sound)
The 4 fif always stay in my draws
For them haters thinking everything sweet until
mine
You outta line niggas get flat lined
[Chorus]
Now chickens a get your crew laced
For rocks and a blue face
Niggas giving they screwface
from my Rock Box
Hey you, better Come Clean like Jeru
Before I take phase two and do another pay-per-view
To your crew, I give a boom bip to Q-tip
from my Rock Box
Hey you, better Come Clean like Jeru
Before I take phase two and do another pay-per-view
To your crew, I give a boom bip to Q-tip
Invader, evacuate I collapse your major
Straights and lose minds
You're splits two times, for intruders, for these losers
My maneuvers, drop like lugers
[Verse 2:]
Forget To Mention, This Girl That Never Gets To The Beach
She Lives Just West Of My Street, And So We Destined To Meet
Since I'm Driving, I Ask
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
the dough
The lifestyle I live is untouchable
So we clutch a few, guns that'll touch your crew
'Cause we learned to do what the hustlers do
Different ways
never watched the sky grow pale
Or strolled through fields of dew
I do not know of dust to dust
I live from breath to breath
I live to climb that
To make up for what you can't do on record
Open your eyes twice the size and realise
I'm on the rise and you're on the demise
Ostracized by my reprise
Step
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
'Cause I got change, they like, "What got into you?"
I don't never shoot unless its close range
Two chops, they identical
The rakes drop, do a face shot
(Verse 2)
Live my life BANGKOK, Crotona in the Bronx
From the block, Now Im in that BANGKOK
Pay attention how the kid rock,
Still got that JUICE like Pac
draw, end up in a wheelchair rammed by your dog
[Chorus - Fabolous (Paul Cain)]
Why wouldn't this joint make you want to dance?
Why wouldn't these
I'm an Angel in dust
Dirt on me stained from the mud
But I turned that clay into grub
Serve plates to the munch's
I can feed a banquet with just
Two
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