Lyrics:
different cliques and crews to belong to
All identified by the music they drawn to
Check the status of your apparatus and then go
Nowaday, it ain't that
to the next level down
Looking like a circus clown
Cats like you can't even get a pound
Worldwide from the river to lakeside
My stage show stay live, make
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
[Chorus]
The struggle lives hard times, we do or die
My whole crews fly hands high to the sky
So maintain son elevate try to build
But now you're
Like, make the name up for the crew
Might call it Witter Pop! (Naw, nigga that's wack)
Yeah you right, yo did you find a studio?
(Yeah I came across two
goin on, on and on and on
On and on and on
Yo I've been treading on this globe man for twenty-five joints
Sometimes shaitan got me by the pressure
a notch or two or watch my crew murder ya
Yo hold the phone, tone niggas like That's raps are prone
To dissasemble members only who think they're grown
slicker than your sista'.
Turn down the lights she got hit by the vicksta.
Keep a lid on your lip so your wig won't get split.
Better have your joint
they can send me a few of yours
And by a few I mean way more than two
You can times that by twenty and tell 'em to come through
And watch them get
know that I
Live and die for the things I do slang
I use breakin' down mics and destroyin' crews.
1-2-1-2 uh
1-2-1-2 mic check 1-2-1-2
1-2-1-2
body rock
Well so far you've heard my voice but I brought two friends along,
And the next on the mic is my man Hank,
C'mon, Hank, sing that song!
goin on, on and on and on
On and on and on
Yo I've been treading on this globe man for twenty-five joints
Sometimes Shaitan got me by the pressure
part of a crew
Henchman for hire
It’s uncertain at best
But with you, by my side
We can laugh we can jest
The deck’s been stacked against me
Obviously
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
and pull out my two shot derringer
Cause yes, Heather be comes classier
Cause Heather be , Jamal-Ski, and KRS the trainer
makes up the dope crew
hit the brain and the man thought he came
It was joint, after joint, after joint, after joint
In one month your fuckin' brain was destroyed
Now you
goin on, on and on and on
On and on and on
Yo I've been treading on this globe man for twenty-five joints
Sometimes Shaitan got me by the pressure
Ty ]
I think you better make way for the joint, punk
Fuck around with the sound and get the head shrunk
It was a real bad move to stick your crew
my pocket
Yo heard, with my head I cock it, and rock it like that brother in colors
'Cause I want y'all to live, my crew is 2 Live, we sneakin'
But a post on instagram broke us?
This ain’t a Drake joint
Don’t live a lie
There’s too much love
Why can’t it be this way always
There’s too much
The posse's most strapped, tonight the crew's weighin'
Dust is burnin', the steering wheel's turnin'
I'm out a week, I'm already earnin'
Suckers crossed,
up with you
You know the place we're going to
We're doing shots at breakfast time
We smoke 2 joints and cut-in-line
We're waiting, we're waiting, we're
Fire it up
High grade in my joint when I light up
Roll up by the 2 Gs
Cause I do not smoke on minor
Money Trees on my body
Cause T Dubb my designer
I
a million thoughts runnin wild in my heart
When it beats it creates musical art
That talks and melodies only heard by Mozart
Telepathically traveled a form
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