Lyrics:
got problems, crew gon' maul 'em like Evander
So dirty
Can't go back, we show no mercy
F1 BAC, like what you swervin'?
What you swervin'?, know they
parents got their lives claimed-
By a killer-
That the coppers bought a whopper for, at the Burger King
After the murder scene-
They don't give a f*ck if we
right, get it right, spit it right
[DMX]
Moves is made, n****s is paid - that's just how it is
When my time is up, I'm a be out, but I'm a try to live
were the Happy Days, these the real years.
N*ggaz is brain dead with sh*t bags & wheel chairs.
For the record, I don't give a f*ck who your team is.
cnd
it sex if you never hit raw
Is it right if you never felt wrong
Live life don't abide by the law
Give my best to your girl while my girl sleep
in the ruins do you want to get chewed up?
shut em down one round when the crew is up
don't pop( 1 2 ) combination get a swift violation
birth, I didn’t sleep all night»
Enough this bullsh*t, I don’t get it, guys
F*ck it, I’m leaving! They will never see the light!
There are so many roads
Chorus: Notorious B.I.G. (repeat 2X)
I don't wanna live no mo'
Sometimes I hear death knockin at my front do'
I'm livin everyday like a hustle,
speeding to the chop shop
Blocks hot but I still cool it down like a lubricant I will not stop they can only like ck locks
They cant stop clocks load glocks
Can I live was my hustlin' way to live
Niggas movin just to do it, don't know what profit margin is
Oh you just tryin' to get a lick to take a pic
from Far Rock hoppin'
Over the turnstile
To set up shop up top by the Jamaican spot
My joints have been a
Bop, from vinyl, cassettes, cDs and streams
of broken rocks
Whether heard in herb spots, jukebox or malt shops
Uncut live, drop eighty-five, in one shot
Spotlight hits the metal mic, majority stare
of broken rocks
Whether heard in herb spots, jukebox or malt shops
Uncut live, drop eighty-five, in one shot
Spotlight hits the metal mic, majority stare
when it's time do n****z
Comin' through like I'm two n****z, a true n**** f*** a Zig Zag
Roll me a blunt and pa** that brew n****
I'm drivin' drunk
two
Livin down the street where BIG got shot
I hunt you
And the very next day where Pac met his fate
It's how we live our life, surrounded by Che
Pause
peakin
And live big number one record northeast region
So stop breathin, I'll let you shop for scraps soon after I eat
This is the remix back with the beat
three
Come with my first diddy-deed
[ Brother J ]
1-2, 1-2
Hm... F.T.P., F.T.P.
Same old gee with the same strategy
See a [edited] em on down
been a jock
Ainno money on my books staring at the clock
We got rec after lunch dinner 5 O clock
It's gone move by noon you aint gotta shop
Make a move
for a favor now
The nigga in with the crew
And now he live major
House in Dix Hills next to Brooke Shields
With the cook and the maid, shit was real
fools, you better listen right now here's the rule don't f*ck with me ah
Keep switching
Like Jordan sneakers
I know you wanna
Go around the world
Nothing compared
To what i have
In my pants
I don't f*ck with yall
My soul is unflinching
You always on my TL talking sh*t to me
While ya girl on couch
Sucking my c**k like my baby's pacifier
You wish me hell?
Watch me
don't drop him in one he'll be finished by two,
On his own where he chill with his crew, do a drill and go back to the stu,
I'm on his set tryna make
to stop shop, got knocked when I popped the glock
Shit was ran right by me and my man Mike
'Cause I choose to use a gun don't mean that I can't fight
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