Lyrics:
Hard truth soldier radio
Brothers and sisters, this is not a test
I've been asked by Public Enemy
Leader Chuck D to make this emergency
Kelly, but give me brain bitch, c'mon
[Chorus Two: Proof]
The name of my crew is D.. {one-two}
You got some pills in your pocket, I want.. {one too}
still takin' rappin' for a joke
A passing hope or a phase with a rope
Sometimes I choke and try to believe
When I get challenged by a million MCs
I
Apply pressure by any means
Whenever you see us step in
Crowned kings go check the records
King Swazye check the records
They say I'm lonely…
Nah I call it solitude
Now I'm right here without a crew
And I'm still making solid moves
Most can't separate the two
They say
and hoods
Some of my friends sell records,
Some of my friends sell
Drugs
You stand by me, I stand by you
If there is a fight I'm the one to come
crew, every last one of 'em
It's gettin' crowded in here, some acts got to go
Let's start by eliminatin' groups that can't flow
I better meal my deal,
you out of public
"So fuck it
I'll read & write with a different crew
Criminals, one day I went to school
With a pill or two
And got snitched on by
blinded me
God I'm begging you both my arms spread out sideways
We all broke in two since the start man we all failed
Should we question you if we're lost
I, want your improvement to be organic
So, tell me about yourself
Yeah I been counting the Benjamin's
Temperament of a tornado just live with it
I
free to come back anytime now
This mystique is growing old pal
I can accept a long long sleep
But the digging crew's 6 feet deep
Wow,
That's,
One missed
Refugees you know what I'm saying?
[Pras]
Walk around in the record industry
I'm looking at all the Pharasees
Asking me where I'm going
you to area 51
And get you kidnapped by aliens
I got a thought
You've been a thot
I got a thought bitch
You've been a thot
Dating two guys at the same
I don't wanna live no more
Sometimes I hear death knocking at my front door
I'm living every day like a hustle, another drug to juggle
Another
stopping me never you best move
Live o ghetto record with no redemption world wide critics acclaim my big moves
Showtime main event you can't beef me
the studio I'm posted on mars
I had to dust off all these records get the music to start
I had to set my self a bar just to set me apart
I ain't really live my
And get mental
Pop the track eight track lincoln contniental
I'm the mouth that roared
Swore to the Lord
The eye of hawk
Both live and die by
Yeah, another special from Flipmode Records
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah here we go!
Streets! Flipmode baby, yeah check it Busta Bus baby
Yeah, Rah
to a riot
my crew will occupate the building barricade the doors
once the beat kicks in you'll understand
Loop Troop hated by everyone
(There is no way that
show's about to start
I could tell our job was done by the way 2Mex remarked
Act like we can't do that, when in fact we just scored
Time to rock the party,
You don't want to turn up
You just want to turn down
Maybe simply chill out for a second
Vibe with the record
And just kick back, chillax
Bump this
Switchin' lanes, makin' moves, all new biddies
Fuck a crew, rollin' deep only 2 wit' me
Rollin' down the street blowin' that hooey
Thinkin' bout makin' my
a legend when I live that shit?
You could talk about my music, I don't give two shits
Because sooner or later you gon' ride my dick
Icarus if I fall off,
all went away...
It all went away...
Cause the Uncle wouldn't pay..
pt 1 C1
It was a sad sad day, when mix, he went away
The 2 Live Crew would
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