Lyrics:
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
ain't got no traction you can find me in action
I live life by the law of attraction
You live life by the law of subtraction
You are so negative
Your
obtain and invest in self-interest
And watch the fly multiply, Red-1 and Kardinal
Yes you must recognize, to this I testify
By the ways of the Samurai
If I
fairy dust
Then frowning hard on whack chorus
Proof was on the scene before Nat Morris
Cold as a black forest in these starving streets
A garbage heap
they rushed the store before Soul Train Awards
Incorporate a law, whoever ain't raw get they hand chopped
By Jamal with the Wu sword
My crew
love is the law that we live by
Day by day I wonder why my shorty had to die
I reminice over my ghetto princess everyday
Give it up for my shorty
Ayy[00:11.73]Niggas keep bumping old shit, let's give them new shit[00:14.41]Pull up in a big body, me and gang in like two whips[00:17.68]Outside
Niggas get blasted an put in a casket
Ashes to ashes an dust to dust, when they fuck wit Yuk
Plus I got my own record label
SO WHAT THE FUCK IS UP!
Nah man two pedal bike, that's 4 man go, 5 man stay
No mask, just throw me a shirt, cut that I can't catch no case
In the whip crash him
For the P's
man two pedal bike, that's 4 man go
5 man stay no mask, just throw me a shirt
Cut that up I can't catch no case
In the whip just crash him
For the p's
Oooh-OOOOH!!!
Aiyyo! Eddie F! {"Yes!"}
Get busy one time
This is to show all y'all out there how we livin boy
WE LIVIN LARGE! Aww yeah!
To my crew in
Six million flammable liquids mixed
In a gallon jug drop a match and run
Blast that castle to a cloud of dust
Mama wasn’t proud of us
She say ‘Y’all are
York, big city of dreams
And everything in New York ain't always what it seems
You might get fooled if you come from outta town
But I'm down by law,
Live my life by the V code
Being real is all that i know
Being real is all that i know
(x2)
yo (jump) yo (jump)
(first family) for the two (oh) oh (oh)
Follow instructions! crews, listen!
Who, is it? move (bounce!)
First family move
di da di, but the beer is in the back
Move a little closer clean that dust up off your eardrum
If they start asking questions you can tell em you ain't
forty-two with the signal overdue
And the passengers all frantic to a man
That's when I would appear and I'd saunter to the rear
I'd been busy in the luggage
Live It Up
by Justin Mise
written by Justin Mise & Heather Holley
It's my life, gonna live it, live it
It's my life, gonna live it up
It's my life,
and the crew, Q in the future Knowledge and truth
Spent my shit, but I still recoup Stuck to the beat life rubber, I'm glue
Grey as a goose, tea bags, no duck
back
He punched a hole in the wall on the way and broke a mirror, he's Charlie Mack
Down by law at each and every show
Nicknamed Al Decent but for short
to go for backup
To do what you gotta do
So you'll be back with France CU
Traitor in your crew is mafo heat
Put the poison in your tea
And kill
to go for backup
To do what you gotta do
So you'll be back with France CU
Traitor in your crew is mafo heat
Put the poison in your tea
And kill
never cooks
no time write my book
and in the end I ain’t got nothin’ at all
Time Waits For No One
a year goes by in the wink of an eye
Time Waits For No
how the fuck did I end up in prison?
Fuckin' snitches
They got me crossed by my own side
I found him by his self
No drama, he alone died, nobody
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