Lyrics:
t[???] in his h[???], then off the old gold
Till I got to be on the other line, put him on hold
It was my shorty, told her call me back, kid you're too
you can't see my crew
Again, It's Just A Beat go ooooooooo
I'm gonna make it feel funky for you
You know it gotta be me man, T,O,N,E man
D,A,S,H I'm
H-U-S-T-L-E (Hustler!)
You'll never find a dime that ain't mine motherfucker
Roll not to be broke and have to stroll like a sucker
So pay me what you owe me,
of the year like Dru Down
Same crew now, it's too damn quiet but too loud
Hoes be pretendin' always sayin they too proud
If I ruled the world, I do now
Me
mistakes
But that's the breaks the highs and lows
Of the industry
D.I.T.C. and X to the Z
Bringin' it live
Get it crackin' to the third degree
badgering emcees with my dialect
When I inject memory cell motors retrospect
To recollect; too genuine skills I resurrect
Directed live from the 2-1-2
ONE TO THE TWO
Written by cnthony cce Thomas
Produced by Ras Fiery
INTRO:
YO...KEEP TRYING. KEEP TRYING.
YO! YO!
ONE TWO...ONE TWO...
YO...KEEP
B.Geezy
It's cool whoa I'm waitin' to see my nigga L.Teezy
No bullshittin' I fuck bitches by the pack
Hoes be wishin' to watch t.v's in the Expedition
and my chicks
Tell me who ya'll rollin' with (yeah)
[Hook 2X: Streetlife (Method Man)]
Method spits fire (Fire!) The roof's on (Fire!) My crew's
won't be sorry (nah)
I'm a dog that can't be stopped, they call me Marley (woof woof)
Gimme that top shelf, no barley
If I don't see purp, that shit ain't
Used to flip more H than Vanna White
Stained my desk from the vapor of a crack pipe
Snorted base from a canuto in Bogota, Colombia
Trafficked
gotta live through it
I break through with my WB crew Q Ball packs
The steel having niggas running
Like fire drills
We sending fronters on permanent
won't crucify the things you do
I won't cry for you see, when you're gone
I'll still be Bloody Mare
Lcve do you smell that?
It's poison : m YAAAAAH!
We
(Woo, Woo, Grr)
(H-H-H-Haa!)
We in the dungeon
You know the crew they gonna slide mandem will plunge in
Catching vibes out in London
You a broke boy
alright, get 2getha
Alright, get 2getha, get 2getha again
Yeah, now don't be surprised I'm the risin' one
I got game for you like Allen Iver son you see
Ugh huh
Yeah
So Sick In Da Building
Yeah
C'mon
You know
We So Sick so you know what it is
21 I live my life in the wind
We be getting it in
I
through yo block and they too mad
Bad two b*****s like we on a two man
He was a b***h cap is what you sayin
Say he want smoke we gon kill yo whole crew
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
to the two, but we're not the ones
Brothers are flipping, some other suckers are tripping
Yeah, you gotta take a whipping to see that I'm live
It's the number one crew in the area!
The Big L be lightin' niggas like incense
Gettin' men lynched too intense
I'm killin' infants for ten cents
the sorrow
Never live my life hollow, bet Iʼm cl"iming th"t one on god H"rd defe"ting enemies
in the mirror
Self-love needed if you w"nn" see it cle"rer
Keep
'em, tell 'em, I don't need that shit
Who said I need a crew?
Who said I need a mob?
Who said I need a crew?
Who said I need a mob?
I do this by myself
I
ima start bombing this s***
Believe me
You cant see me
By the way i make it easy
Boy we off in this b****
Ooo i cant get tired of making hits
My
this m-o-n-e-y)
H-o-s-t-why-l-e
(tha henny guzzelers, and tha henny huzzelers)
Those them types that fuck wit me
(this is serious be -i)
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