Lyrics:
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
through niggas
Whole crews, not just one or two niggas
Cause you ain't representin' the south, you just embarassin'
See you on t.v. in New York, them
Yeah, yo
Call me Gunshot Mike or Mr Skeng
Check one-two-one man skitzed again
Dickhead you and a dickhead crew
Getting gassed up by your
Up out of there
Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party
Ah shit, you done fucked up now (ain't nothin' but a gangsta party)
You done put two
Up out of there
Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party
Ah shit, you done fucked up now (ain't nothin' but a gangsta party)
You done put two
these hoes ain't shit (hoes ain't shit)
See I met her at school (yeah)
She was five-foot-two, lil' bitch too cute (she was cute)
Used to follow all
of dead president heads on green, long papers
Then went and put dead president heads on mountains
How we ain't gon' make it?
You know what
I went from
Bitches and thugs, spit game and throw slugs
It's the Ruler, live by, take it in blood
Cuz it's the J to the A to the death nigga what
Don't get it fucked
copes in their own way
I can't take your word you gotta show me
Y'all ain't really real that's a role play
I've been getting high by my lonely
Everybody
block wit' the same crew
'N' everybody sitting fat living good
'N' I'm the only nigga dat be rappin' in my hood
I was raise by the hustlas 'n' gain by
it happen, ain't no need for no luck
Ain't no lotteries, no pick 3's or pick 2's
Keep the money in your family, gamble amongst your crew
'Cause
grind
Then she tried to call a nigga phone two times
But I ain't worried bout it cause a nigga got two lines two lines
Aye aye two times
Get a pack
gon' rule like me
Keep it true like me, Cole you might be
Like the new Ice Cube, meets the new Ice-T
Meets 2 Live Crew, meets the new Spike Lee
Meets
the fuck should I let you live
When I'm dead inside?
Rapid fire, my delivery
I'm bustin' at they (your) whole crew
Nigga, remember me
Hit up my Outlawz
I'm eatin' day by day, ain't nothin' sweet about it
Act like you don't know what I'm sayin' then you read about it
Built for war like a armadillo
respect
Ain't the silent type at all, keeps it blunt and direct
So if you're trynna catch up put some hunts in your step
[Verse 2: Mic Anthony]
I
house is nothin like the Covenant
We hold big shit like a bitch hold one in the oven
Well if it ain't drama, money above broke bitches
Simple
Yo
My crew is in the house
Terra, Herb McGruff, Buddah Bless
Big Twan, Killa Cam, Trooper J, and Mike Boogie
And I'mma set it like this
Aiyo,
[Chorus]
I’m just trynna make sure I
Ain’t the type of nigga let the days go by
Get it how I live it everyday so I
Stay up on my grind I can’t waste
Two by two
Comin in two by two
Never been around no guys like us, it says a lot about you
Two by two
Fuck with my two live crew
Tell me everything
Platinum chain all a blind dem eye (Eye)
Rolex weh mi wear di price is high (High)
They ain't watchin HBO nuh solve I (I)
Don't f**k with my crew yuh get
Clear the space
Your brain was a terrible thing to waste
After realizin, to master enterprisin
I ain't have ta be in school by ten, I was in
Began
thug musik
All that's loose leaf my big game
Scrow foul lives snake eyes
Ready with steel at any given time
I'm a kill stone hearted nigga
We, we don't give a fuck about you
Your homie on the block can get it too
Y'all lil' motherfuckers ain't gangsta, save your
Crew, before I put
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