Lyrics:
stick and move
I's a shooter by the oath
Two bad bitches I can't pick and choose like fuck it
Smash them both, they pop my cork and take a toast
Tha Mix
a living nightmare when your dream girl has to get cancelled
And you gotta delete all the photos and shit like you never Instagramed it
And you get off
to run it
Jump and overcome it
Blossom into something
Bottom bettered
Done it
When lives is lost
RIPs ensue
The vigils are held
And the families mourn
In
You do me I do you (uh-huh)
Spend a night with boo-boo (yeah)
Let's have a private party for two
But it's gotta be bumpin' in order for me to get
come on!)
That's everywhere, we keep it juicy
Fly out, get them drinks free, no duty
Ay! (Ay!)
One life
We affi live it (Let's go!)
Two times
For all
in sync?
Out looking for the camera crews
Sell my soul for a second on the evening news
Am I in sync?
Live 'til the bubble pops
Hold my breath
pricey, it's sendin' ya body chills
And we baptize cars, put hollows through windshields
[Hook: x 2]
I'm Mr. Baller, nigga
I'm Mr. Baller
What's you
crew you go down six foot deep (Ha!!!)
[Verse 2:]
Honor toppa top, and mi nuh lie
Brrrrup!!! brrrrup brrrrup!!!! top a the sky (Sky)
Girls dem see me
Yeah, don't jump
Cause I got the crew with me, yeah
Cold as two degrees, yeah
And I got a third in me, yeah
Might be the nerd in me
But I got a girl
wants the feeling she gon slide
What it do come slide the dude, ride with the crew
Shorty bad she a five times two not a two and a half shorty really max
it Up... Take it Slow...
And I got me a brew, here getting live with the crew
Yo what it do
J O E yeah he a fool still spit the rest
Then I hit her
two shots
Bitch, it's about time that you hear me now
Cause I was a skinny clown the second I came around
Now I'm feastin' on the game and I think I
And if our lives ever cross paths in another life
I guess that means i survived being tossed aside
It took 2 days to fall for you
2 years to get over you
2
into a six by eight steel cabinet
Flippin' weights readin' ancient tablets, back on the block nobody's havin it
Those who haven't learnt get returned
For the homies dead underground, I'ma live it up
My enemies was livin' jiggy, now the jig is up
Hova lost ninety-two bricks, now Jigga's up
Bought
echoed through the crowd
Six punks hit, two punks died
All causalities was applied to their side
Human lives has to pass just for talking much trash
We
the slurpin' ends (oh)
You do me I do you
Spend a night with boo-boo
Let's have a private party for two
But it's gotta be pumpin' in order for me to get cream
Get you right up close near it
Possessed by the Eazy-E spirit
Ice-T set the limit
And niggas won't cross this line
suicide - and niggas won't cross
share
You could have your bitch but you gets nowhere
Word, she began by saying "Try after try"
It's a done deal, now I'm singing, "Bye-bye"
All I tried
do I wont be true to my game
Word up
I can't escape this life that I'm living
I'm in the mix I'm in love with two women
That's word to moms
I
sippin 'Gnac, y'all wassup?
Girls, rub on your titties (yeah)
Yeah fuck it I said it rub on ya titties
New York City gritty committee, pity the fool
young shot-caller
Now how many playas get to live they dream
Come up in the game and get to start some of that green
Know what I mean, if you's a hustler,
for fun
When they lose they get upset, always pullin' a gun
But they will snap out of that because I'm KRS-One
Not two, not three, but o-n-e
Get it
Help me get it down and we can split 100%
Run a rapper through a maze like an experiment
Word up, you know the legendary Roots crew, yo
You don't
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