Lyrics:
for clappin', with one hand
Talent's on my roster this mobster'll dump land
Send a gangsta to sleep two by two like bunk beds
Never leave the crib
right, get it right, spit it right
[DMX]
Moves is made, niggas is paid, that's just how it is
When my time is up, I'm a be out, but I'm a try to live
to do? (yeah)
What I'm supposed to do? (huh?)
What I'm supposed to do? (yeah)
I'm surrounded by all these bad bitches, but I only want two (two)
I'm
two to three more niggaz
Damn I hate a golddigger
Yeah, gimme that microphone
I make opponents shit bricks like Tyson's home
I keep the jacked
sweet when ya miss
Took a tat now I’m coming back for a tic
Gimme, gimme loot gimme loot
Put that on the block and the crew mhmmm
I need, I need loot, I
I'm mad 'cause rappers is wack
Don't mind us culture subtractin' ya' stacks
[Juganot]
We broadcastin' live from the streets where I come
Prepared for
One one one one two
P-P-5-D
Yeah, yeah, P-P-5-D
I'm sayin, yo
Touch this yo, nahmsayin what?
Yo-yo, yo, 100%
Yo! On these seventy-three keys,
to change appearance
MY crew is name brand, you must've got your shit on CLEARANCE (clearance)
CAF to the death...
And be the C to the R-A-B-A-P-P
real gettin live
Still sittin by, still gettin high
And I don't hold my tongue
I was wrong enough to tell 'em
That I could stop doing drugs long enough
the dollars
Got more if ya xxx will swallow
She shaking it by the roba hoping it by the Bentley
She know that I'm high and tipsy now drop it n gimme 50
She
dice-shaker
Try play us, your whole crew will be price payers
Knife-waver, gat-toter, life-taker
Nice flavor, real fruity like Clyde Davis
Sweat suit, fly
I'm having nightmares, ooh ooh
My niggas say I'm p-noid
They say I'm just p-noid
I'm having nightmares, ooh ooh
My niggas say I'm p-noid
They
a blessin' through
Sit on the floor playin' Tekken 2
Lesson two I'm adressin' you turn out the lights like the World Class
Wreckin' Crew bring out the best
buy, won't stand by
And let a nigga do his dues
Fuck these hoes, get this bread, rep the crew, the
[Chorus - repeat 2x]
R - realest niggas puttin it
Dedicated to the homeboy Seag
R.I.P. to the homeboy Seag
Still ridin' though
Still ridin'
Watch out for the police, mayn, 'cause they after
live forever
No love no nothing
If you gimme love then at least you gave something
If you gimme love then at least you gave something
If you gimme love
a tree
R-I-P-P-I-N-G
One little Indian smoking in a tree
R-I-P-P-I-N-G
One little Indian smoking in a tree
R-I-P-P-I-N-G
It's the envious taking our
and the crew
We got them bandz bandz, nigga we counting blues
We got them bandz bandz, racks on racks times 2
A 100 racks to blow but I never keep it on me
with you in a heartbeat
R.I.P to dingle too
(Yeah boy we'll be switching too)
Fuck one bitch ill be clapping two
Prolly won't live past twenty-two
But
it man, let me do it, go head)
*two shots, eighteen shots, seven shots*
Yeah yeah yeah, yeah nigga, yeah!
Yeah! (gimme gimme gimme gimme)
*two shots*
shaka's
Small head-build, means you the small-time nigga
With small thoughts, and small means, of gettin' small figures
By all means, expedite, "Live
[PMD]
An MC massacre, got a click and crew ready to blast at ya
(Why these niggaz mad, P?) 'cause we the masters (CLUE!!)
We catch you niggaz wit
spend another
minute gimme sha sha sha
hey i swear i'm not dramatic
little bit fanatic
just an average kind of addict
boy can't live without it now
gimme
They coming one by one two by two
Bring your friends and I’ll bring my crew
We can all have a party yeah
One big party yeah
They coming one by one
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