Lyrics:
on top of stacks
B****es, whips, floss, gettin in puttin' it in n****
Swerve on a hater like, "f*** your life"
I'll just ask spider, if that's your
Uh, two figures up, yup, Henny in my cup, yup
Semi in the cut, yup, a very nice truck, yup
I'm all iced up, yup, pocket k***** up, yup
I knock your
live there he not sanctioned
Brodie get up on ‘em we gon leave ‘em hanging
If we not talkin money like f**k is you saying
Brodie been a demon no it
Two by two
Comin in two by two
Never been around no guys like us, it says a lot about you
Two by two
Fuck with my two live crew
Tell me everything
record shop and all other record shops who sell the:
Mark B and K'Boro and Taskforce and MUD Fam tunes
Phi Life Cypher, all my Scotland massive
All my
live in, is beautiful Brooklyn
Long as I live here believe I'm on fire hey
'cause it's the be-the-are-the-O-the-O-K
L-why-N is the place where I stay
chatting to Osama
Skepta the K I N G
Man start panicking when I MC
Yeah, J-A rules, but it’s Boy Better Know
It’s not Murder IN-C
Yo, they’re some hating
the middle, so you're taking the long way
Some kids in the streets and they playing a ball game
Tyler Park, bring your crew, two on two, you do shots
Tony lived
far from the binoculars
So, that smart money finna get that heat out the car
Yo, I'm K-Dot Lamar meets 2Pac Shakur
I got profiled by a few cops, too
afraid
Dedicate one last thought to my family, my crew
and the girl of my life whom I haven't met yet
but f*** that
I've gotten so much with me
And I can
the Outlawz
Bad Azz representin' the L.B.C. Crew
What you wanna do?
You know how we do it
Time goes by
? puffin on lye
Hopin that it get me high
Got
you, one for you
A few for your crew, and this one's for you
One for you, but this here is my brew
It's the beer drinkin', breath stinkin'
Intro - Onyeka
(Twik a Badman)
(Its Onyeka cgain God!)
(Beats by Jayy yeah)
(cre we live Rafiki fiki)
(Listen yaaaah)
(Onyeka)
They say they like
One two, one two, one two
I am the Overweight Lover MC, Heavy D
This one goes out to my man DJ Eddie F
Trouble T-Roy my partner G-Wiz
This also
Gang bangin' ain't go' never die, as long
As niggaz ain't got nothing we go' be thuggin' forever high
Ain't no more drive by's, niggaz chase you down
and he needs a home as well
Them man just lost a phone as well, that's another rack to Broski's girl
You know the crew's fire, amount of sticks I lost I
trust you I
Don't trust you
Don't trust you, it's f*** you now
Call up the crew, tell them come through
We hit up the club we gone amp up (Aye)
Better
to clean My teeth the dentist dim the lights
She celibate we might not f***
But she gon suck this d**k Tonight
Promethazine don't sit with caffeine so I mix
spiritual essence
And he goes by the name of, uh
Hood
Check your rhyme, punk that ass or get got, F it (shit)
I lick buckshots, Hood, madman, I rip up
Live by the gun die by the same shit you bust
Fly bitches with waves from DC to Cali
Rally and tally up my dough
For the grand finale
Grapevines
[Trina]
Icy blue rocks on my arm I shop at Malone for Louie Vinton
The diamond diva miss Cinderella, Versace gown by Donna Tella
And can't none
two-wheelers, a drug dealer on call
Plaques on the wall, racks on the wall for my guns on the wall
Lift kits, low riders, chop shops, hi tops, low tops, cowboy
to me in my dreams
Is she taken, is she taken? Is she mine, is she mine?
Don't got, don't care, don't have two ish to give
Let me take you by the hand
in the cut, same groupie b****es round the way beggin’ me f**k..Trust and every time you win they call it luck, middle fingers up thirty-two don’t give
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