Lyrics:
run and get your bigger crew
'Cause it's Judgment Day, and Ice Cube is Terminigga 2
Pow pow buck buck pow buck
Your name is Stucky Mack, now you
run and get your bigger crew
'Cause it's Judgment Day, and Ice Cube is Terminigga 2
Pow pow buck buck pow buck
Your name is Stucky Mack, now you
And hi, ho, hand me my shovel
I'm liable to dig my hole deeper
And it's off to H-E double hockey sticks I go
I'm getting by with my wicked ways
I'm
enough to live good forever
So I learned to write the rhymes and get my metaphors together
Then I joined a rap crew, with the homies on my street
death
They throw their dice for the crew
She wins the mariner and he belongs to her now
Then, crew one by one
They drop down dead, two hundred men
death
They throw their dice for the crew
She wins the mariner and he belongs to her now
Then, crew one by one
They drop down dead, two hundred men
again
H2O fills my body
H2O fills my body
mama, okay?
C'mon, P, I got you, it's okay, mama
Hold your head back, hold your head back (three, two, one)
Daddy's here, daddy's here, daddy's right
hot, turn into Fort Knox (bitch know)
It's Ice Cube comin' straight from the gutter
Westcoast Don, you fags undastata (?)
[Jayo] (verse two) {:59}
left us
Well he's gone and life goes on, you know
We had a crew, but one by one we go
Memories of his face that was full of joy
Rock-a, Rock-a bye,
was part of my rap’s material,
My mama & nana gave me the best, they made me feel imperial,
Kingly, heavenly, uplifted by two strong women,
I watch
don't need school for that
Look but don't touch aint your mama teach you better
Coming at my crew i'm on your neck like a sweater
Rahhh! (Interjection)
I look Lil mama in her eyes like what you tryin' to do
I could've stayed out with the crew but shit I'm here with you
Up in your crib sipping '42
found this rap
Found my soul
Big brother showed me all these flows
Wanna be like him, wanna be cold
But that fork we saw gave us two roads, and he fell
[Celph Titled]
Straight out the red depths of Hell bringin clips and diseases
I walk on water with my own two feet nigga, FUCK JESUS!
Celph Titled's
still offended 'cause I'm a retard
He tryna be hard, we tryna be safe
By making it hard for you to create
Niggas that heard of me fight and debate
I
Mr. Officer
written by: H. Bright, R. Testa, J. Johnson
produced by: Bright Lights
tag
Woop woop, I hear the police coming.
Woop woop, I hear
disgusting like two crack whores with G.A.S.H. gushing.
Ain't no tellin' who be tellin' keep bellin', I'm past fussin'.
Fuck 'em, I found a new love my .357
in my section
Got a young one that’ll really make a mess or maybe two
Really into it ain’t no texting, We ain’t tryna send that kind of message
Hahaha, come on
One by one (yeah), two by two
Line 'em up, line 'em up, line 'em up
One by one, two by two
I'ma knock 'em all down, down
Lord have
H-Town, you can find me, twenty twos on the Caddy
So what's the deal, my whole clique be keeping it real
We blowing that kill, and you know we packin' that
How many niggas hit the scene like Rule
Benley GT, pushin' through bock flooded, with jewels
H-2 with the hungerous Rule beside me
Armed up
tryin to make me flip on my crew
Go ahead and play hardass! live your life fast
Tryin to warn you, seem like these streets got you gassed
-i got a problem
You ain’t out here making moves
Live it up that’s what we do
Trademark The Block that’s my crew
I do not know about you
You wanna see what we bout
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