Lyrics:
than him?
Can't you see you're never gonna win?
I won't fight, I will draw for the ting
Eskiboy
I wanna see my name live when I'm gone
I'm gonna write
catch up to me
I just go H.A.M. on original beats
They just been talking I murder the beat
Yeah you gon kill it I guess we gon see
Can't nobody be
rock
Well, so far you've heard my voice but I brought two friends along
And the next on the mic is my man Hank
C'mon, Hank, sing that song
Check it
somethin' make sure you hear it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin'
Our music keeps you movin' what are you provin'?
You know that I'm two
Francis, M to the iz-H phenomenal
Gun rest under your vest by the abdominal
Rhyme a few bars so I can buy a few cars
And I kick a few flows so I can pimp
thing I've lived by
And it's so real"
A little "G" to the "H"
"E" to the "T"
"T" to the "O"
Now tell me what you see
I'm just ghetto
I'm just me
Denny's and conduct symphonies
You fuckin with me, you won't live to see tomorrow, faggot!
I keep it gangsta, storin bodies in a dusty attic
You can't talk
[Starang]
Starang forever like Wu Tang my crew brings drama
Hangin your ass upside down by ya shoe strings
Smoke tell em how we doin this
Lincoln continental
I'm the mouth that roared swore to the lord
The eye of hawk both live and die by the sword
The forbidden the six man be sinnin'
with a neighbour
Freeze the MC's that wanna see thee
By now Naughty By Nature by me
They want me to come and come up faster, that could be arranged
dudes that's the crew
We got some bad b****** and they know wassup
Party wit us we will turn ya life up
Know you mad figured out ya girl a slut
Keep ya
on (Fire!) My crew's on (Fire!)
[Streetlife]
M-E-T, H-O-D..
[Method Man]
Man, I'm in the house like foreclosures
Talk sober, until some dog gets
John McCain, you can't lift your arms up
These po-ranhas, live by a certain code of conduct
Fuck fly hoes and blow ganja
He a prophet, predict shit
-ving to cool her
he-d,
(Repe-t 1)
(Verse 2)
This -h no pl-y zone pl-y wrong you get your f-ce blown,
Gl-d th-t my brother be-t th-t c-se he like my b-ck bone,
Praise the beast to a certain extent
I don’t wanna be gothic
I don’t wanna idolize him
Nor do I wanna live in a tent
[Verse 2]
I live in a tent
I live in
[Starang]
Starang forever like Wu Tang my crew brings drama
Hangin your ass upside down by ya shoe strings
Smoke tell em how we doin this
the castro
Im coming through on your wack crew
What you gonna do
Cormega pick the mic come through
Ay yo I get mines
Well enough to be considered big time
My
but I'm moving like a tank
(Yuh-Yuh)
Got more B-D-E, than the men you see (Woo)
They call me "Two Hands"
To measure it approximately (Woah Woah)
All
shirt on
You know you ghetto when you own two cars
And you need ten from me to buy drinks at the bar
CHORUS [Kardinal] (Circle crew)
(You're Ghetto)
the juice now we only seeing twos
Yeah, bitch, I'm with the crew (HEY!)
We on something new (HEY!)
Tommy Ten be acting goofy when he sipping on the juice
Authority, Living Like Robert Horry Be
7 Rings On & I’m Married To The Tree (Yea-Yea)
It Goes 1 For The Holy, 2 For The Down Bi$$h
3 For The 40 & 4 For
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
pt 1 C2
It was a sad sad day, when mix, he went away
The 2 Live Crew would never be the same,
Chibby Chibby Chibby, Leroy and skillet,
Needle drop
the crew
Now in the hood there were a few who did appreciate the saga
But didn't have the ends to fund this armada
So now we were the two with no H2
And open
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