Lyrics:
(Life's difficult, death's easy
LOX, nigga, M-O-B-B, what?)
100 shots to the fuckboys, 21 salute to the real Gs
Live by the code, if I couldn't do that
friends and my crew
Makes it definitely special (a-one, two, a-one, two)
Now there's no Shiny Happy People in the crew we play the rough
I got
Funky!
Ready?
Funky! Funky!
One two, one two
We came here to do the motherfucking do
You and the crew
Got my man Marley Marl in the house
Funky
Ready
Funky, funky
One two, one two
We came here to do the motherfucking do
You and the crew
Got my man Marley Marl in the house
Can't
H, O, P, we are
H, I, P, H, O, P, we are
C'mon, uhh
Dead two in the head before some A and R tell me
I must give up the streets you lift
H, O, P, we are
H, I, P, H, O, P, we are
C'mon, uhh
Dead two in the head before some A and R tell me
I must give up the streets you lift
To all the coons, I say "Hi!"-de-ho
Produced by the mighty pro
Crazy Kay Gee kickin' hit's like Karate Joe
Always with the mind every time to
Blame it
our fathers and slaughtering them all over the world
But it’s time that we spoke
Either you want us to live, or you don’t
Even so, there’s potential for
H-o-s-t-why-l-e
(tha thug chicks who loved it)
Those them types that fuck wit me
(lets get this money till we die)
[Verse 2]
Climax a vocal, like tha local
Yo
I go by the name of Dame Jones
I'm with my crew
And we gon' show y'all what we be snacking on
Ya dig
Ok
Hot Cheetos and Takis
Hot Cheetos
Everybody knows I’m live
Candela
Everybody knows I'm fire
Candela
Go ahead and slip I’ll slide
All up in your B-O-D-Y
Babe, don't make a sound
2
to LA, On the Way to LA
Two Men are Left, the Captain and I
No Fearless Crew, No Fearless Crew
Strong Will to Live, A Need to Survive
No Fearless Crew
immigrant
Put up your hands you know what I'm sayin'?
I'ma start this shit off like this, this time around
H-to-the-A-to-the-I-to-the-T-to-the-I
Live
when its over again... So try to live again...
H O O K
Tickle tickle freaky feeky fit a make a man crase..
Gat me screaming whose gat me whose gat me
I'm ATL thuggin', I'm Memphis Tenn' thuggin'
I'm H-town thuggin', one time fuck'em
One for the money
Two for the motherfuckin' haters keep my name
[Kane]
Okay, okay, okay, okay
Attention to the whole crew
Scoob Lover, Scrap Lover, I don't need your dancin
Mister Cee I don't need you
a sock for you Homey don't play
Clowning you kids I'll fuck up your day
I've been declared brain dead by paramedics
Insult your whole crew act like someone
She said the sex was like no other
Never judge a book by it's cover
'Cause I just leave a couple
Shots in your brother
And make sure I empty the clip in
More money, more cash, more hoes (what, what, what)
Verse Two, Memphis Bleek:
Ay yo, M-E-M-P-H-I-S Bleek
No need to dress warm, I brought plenty
Roc-a-fella forever, Memph man, what what
[Chorus 2x]
[Beanie Seigel]
Peep the kid from P-H-I-L-L-Y
North west south west south side
Spit it for them
To the top wit my niggas
Pop wit my niggas
Drive by in whips, rock rocks wit my niggas
Break day on the hottest block wit my niggas
Just cause I (DMX)love
got a call from Mama
Auntie passed, it's raining
Send my cousin my love I'm outside praying
Raw papers blazing
Humbly patient this what I live by
name was Anheusur Brewery
And hittin bush by the duece
Like Jesus created two of me
Haters they make me famous
So I'm deservin an Oscar
Walkin by
a few graves
I hit the club and pop a few Spades
I'm gettin' pussy like Uncle Luke in
His 2 Live Crew days
She can't suck this dick again
If she ain't
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