Lyrics:
maintaining the, uhh
You know how it goes, man
it's me and Thes One, like always, it's two of us
Keepin' it live, keepin' it fresh, I dunno man
Sometimes
the dough
The lifestyle I live is untouchable
So we clutch a few, guns that'll touch your crew
'Cause we learned to do what the hustlers do
Different ways
The street life is the only life I know
I live by the code style it's mad P.L.O.
Iranian thoughts and cover like an Arabian
Grab a nigga on the spot and put
pops and moms
Tell em Im a good kid
Catholic raised
Knowin i went to public school
And sweared and got blazed
Even weed when i got a whole two
And that
girlfriends call
if she don't get off until two (we got all night long)
I finally show up at 4:30 am
and I still have to drop my crew off (but i'll be back)
now
and Rollies
Crew's runnin' 'round that motherfucker looking like Master P
And this King of Buffalo, real shit
This shit out of control man, like
Shit, I had
since I was 5'8
5'6 to 5'2 the 40 divide you
According to Sky Blue
Now he repping that Piru shorty is Pi too
He don't want it with my crew
You ain't' got
the club, get some oxygen
Your friends say I'm a player
You'd be lucky to keep me
You know people gon' be
Talkin' 'bout us weekly
My car be in a robbery
P
The great Howard Hughes
On the one's, and the two's
Big up Eddie, Ebony Sound Crew
Barry, TKO crew
Cleveland, Cosmic Crash Crew
Kish and Get Loose Crew
crew's slow as molasses
While I amass cream like Jackie Kennedy Onassis
Ah ah ah ah
Refugee P.R.T. connect
New Jersey, this is how we
you get with this, then please step to this
And if you say yes, sign the P.O.D. checklist
This is a spiritual war, we take no prisoners
Live a life
Yea, we real thugs
All our problems solved by guns
And all our lives depends on the drugs so yea
All my brothers R.I.P
Better be dead than not be free
Valium
Gimme another hour or two
Hour with you
Why you bother me when you know you don't want me? (Yeah) (and you know)
Why you bother me when you
groooooooove yeah
Old souls bumping Teddy P and pumping gas like amoco
I just wanna live, get money, and see my family grow
Shorty ride or die I feel the love
the judge was Kurupt
She was caught with Pete Rocks, and never handcuffed
Called up her Uncle Luke, whose Crew was 2 Live
That had some Peter Gunz, like
that sticky-icky...blue bonic chronic for yo shizzle nizzle...
In yo' grizzle. Nigga fo'sheezaayy... (2 x's)]
Verse 1:
OOH WEE! Nigga got that good
want
Live it up, party hard, pop drugs
Take a walk around on the moon lit town
I'm burning it by the pound
We waving goodbye to haters who tried to bring
gotta live
A chick like me, I got to live (Yuh, if you want me)
If you want me (uh-huh), where's my dough? (Where's my dough?)
Give me money (gimme
gotta live
A chick like me, I got to live (Yuh, if you want me)
If you want me (uh-huh), where's my dough? (Where's my dough?)
Give me money (gimme
My niggaz, pull triggers, stack figures whoa whoa whoa
Snitch niggaz, broke niggaz not my niggaz no no no
In the club we, sippin Dom P, sittin
My niggaz, pull triggers, stack figures whoa whoa whoa
Snitch niggaz, broke niggaz not my niggaz no no no
In the club we, sippin Dom P, sittin
the real from here
And the real from there
And make it Mo' Better like Blues everywhere
YaknowhatI'msayin? Dynamic Duo times two bro
Fucking
a pretcher or phycologist
A sherk on a freak
P my technique
I where mink skater boots
And im the rit leg is scaloo
And I aint afriad to shoe
And I love to two
block and snatch up ya whole crew
The shooter go (Shooting noise)
And then there was two
I'll dead slice up your best friend leaving no one but you
You
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