Lyrics:
got the crew live
They got my backside and we fly higher
My flow is off the wall
Yeah, yeah
You hear me when I call
Yeah, yeah
They follow we lead 'em
[2Pac] Live in this muthafucker, Thug Pound Biotch
Kurupt, Daz, Makaveli, Idi, Kastro, Hussein
You know bitch the whole muthafuckin' clique.
We
the rich
Five, only strong will survive
Four, 'cause we live by the sword
Three, plus sixty degrees
Two, for the black and the blue
One, for the sun,
the Glock can't solve
This a hit it circulate it revolves back around till all you niggas fall
Team in motion no we never gone stall
Walking tall two by four
Pissed? Go to the men's
See two cats, shot two tens
I mean shotting tens in my 12
Can't test me and my on point crew
If you want food come to me
Big top
the trunk
Plus the tape on your cassette
I'm from the crew called Jurassic
Stretch like elastic
Live and on plastic
Step and get that ass kicked
[Intro]
One, two, Bone is coming for you
Three, four, better lock the doors
Five, six, better load your clips
Seven, eight, we're gonna test your
Yeah
I Wake Up, Get Fly
Take Pictures? Hell Nah
My crew, 2 Live
Cooking, stir fry
I wake up, too fly
Hotter than July
Wanna kick it, Muay Thai
yo (jump) yo (jump)
(first family) for the two (oh) oh (oh)
Follow instructions! crews, listen!
Who, is it? move (bounce!)
First family move
"We were sitting out on the step you know"
(One, two)
Now I'm a say this one time boy and that's my word
We rockin' shots and not fire through
"We were sitting out on the step you know"
(One, two)
Now I'm a say this one time boy and that's my word
We rockin' shots and not fire through
is bright
Blind gain sight when I guide by the light
Everybody trying to have the time of their life
They live for the day then die by the night
One
able to control this?
I know some fok' that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard the explosions
Same shit happened back in Hurricane
[2Pac] Live in this muthafucker, Thug Pound Biotch
Kurupt, Daz, Makaveli, Idi, Kastro, Hussein
You know bitch the whole muthafuckin' clique.
We
don't want to fuckk with my partners
Motion, commotion, what's your proposal
Uphold two-fold, the crew is disposal
Like utensil, false idental
I
don't want to fuckk with my partners
Motion, commotion, what's your proposal
Uphold two-fold, the crew is disposal
Like utensil, false idental
I
fucking limits
Shout out to Uncle Luke
Shout out my bitches too
We the 2 Live Crew
Two for me, two for you (woo)
Feed them bitches carrots
Fuck 'em
stop
I'm Biz Markie with the funky sound
And right about now, here's the countdown
One.. two.. one, two, three
[Chorus]
Yo be take it from
your rock,
your two minutes of fame got cut short
FYI: starving artists don't have corporate luncheons
Got a horrible freestyle and the rest of your
we're still 'round
Don't lamp with a freestyle phantom, ain't trying to be handsome
Shrinking what you're thinking cause I'm vamping
I live and die for
of times
In K.R West
Can't forget slept with a W fresh
A Big shot upon freestyle from the shit thirty pieces
Let's do this for the people
Let's make
to stay boy!
On the outskirts, of what works
Live those who go for broke, and murk to get murked
Live by the sword and die by the semi
Not part of my
The pyramids will rise, eye, pie in the sky
Living life, live it right or live it twice
Is it fate? I try and keep my aura balanced
It radiates like
Damn Hype
One and um
And two and um
Every Friday night we like to cool at the jams
And if the MC ain't workin, I smack the mic out his hands
If the beat
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