Lyrics:
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Really you just wouldn't last (over here)
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
New kid
Yeah
New
from 1-2-5, my whole crew live
A true Desperado, one that never choose sides
And shows sympathy, just QB, an entity
Stock exchange, top of the game
Watch
high if you like to cuz I know you like to
Put your hands up as high as you like to
And if it feels good scream "hey-hey-hey yo"
[Verse 2]
I don't know
Hey yo turn me up in my headphones man
I want this shit motherfuckin' blarin'
It ain't loud enough man
Oh these muh'fuckers think I'm goin' play
grew up listening to Guwop
He would live past 3 shots 2 shots
They be Burning buildings down for a new lot
Murder children on the street by the new
niggas hate ya name just out the blue
So I’m Passing by your girl like what it do (what it do)
What it do (what it do) what it do (what it do)
Hey, I ain’t
buy one a house over Cockburn Pen
Di nеxt one, say, she live ovеr
Mi get two children Jack and Millicent
Say, one live at Portland
One live at May Pen
want to fuck with niggas in khakis
But hoe i bet for the dough
You quick to jack that ass like a 4
So quit fronting on a nigga and lick these and bitch
of the week, I live by the beat
Like you live check-to-check
If you don't move your feet then I don't eat
So we like neck-to-neck
Yes, we done come a long
your crew that's why your stage show's wack!
So let the sleeping and assuming and the B.S. stop
Because, Naughty is to live and die for Hip Hop
in sync?
Out looking for the camera crews
Sell my soul for a second on the evening news
Am I in sync?
Live 'til the bubble pops
Hold my breath
real
That's my lil' nigga, I taught him to get it how he live, nigga
Look, look
That time I forgot the bills
Ain't been home in two weeks
shit hard as fuck)
Y’all live for bitches and blunts I live for the crew
How I did the percolator I took two (ooh go head)
I don’t know nun bout damn
the bullets start bustin'
First crime, we came with Mystic Stylez on grime
You slip, I live by my rep don't fuck with mine
Da end, the souls of men
the force of a gat throttle
I live by 'you put it out, we get it back' motto
Hey, but who around but just your average reproduction, love
Rap is gettin' lose
it, I'm guilty
Suck my dick judge
Verse 2: Cold Hard
Hey I'm sorry to become
What a motherfucker became
It was the way that I was raised
In this
Ah yeah, right about now Compton's in de mothafuckin' house [yeah do it do it]
NWA's in full effect
Hey yo yella boy, kick me that funky-ass beat
her-
Don't give a fuck, that was just us (hoo)
2017 when I walked in the foyer
And the first thing I said when I first got done by the Jacks
"Go talk
money never made me
Eight - live by Four and shit'd be straight
- Heard the one about the two bulls? Not yet
- Not yet well these two bulls
Are sittin
131 years savage generation
One recipe enough said
Jack Daniels old number 7 B
Quality, Tennessee, sour mash whiskey
Ooh, so many flows
Shit goes,
[Chorus]
We O-W in the whole zone
The Likwit Crew is on the microphone
Let it rain brother [Repeat: x 3]
Xzibit do your thing
You get
"Live from New York it's Saturday Nite!" (Scratched 4x)
[Uneek]
Ayo kid for years I've been into rap
Writing funky rhymes to get my name
and
Step out my groove and let out my tools
The hammer kill, the hammer
Will make you stop
Drop and roll like you slipped
On a banana peel
Live by the code
me, crazy
So I live by two words, "Fuck you, pay me"
Screaming, "Jesus, save me"
You know how the game be, I can't let 'em change me
'Cause
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