Lyrics:
Man I gotta do it for my kids
Ima in a position
Where i gotta get it how i live
We was just chillen we learned our ABCs
Now we in the trap daily
on a tightrope
Putting work so I become the illest in the globe, I'm just living life on a tightrope
And also make it past legendary that's the goal, I'm just
the mentals
First saw Big Daddy at the place called Union Square
If you went in by yourself, it was a terror
See, I could do that 'cause my crew is kinda
And deceive it
Till your mind controlled
By the evening
News it feeding
You your meaning
Like oh oh oh
What you need is
A bit of dust
In your wings lift
You up
to fuck
Fuck him like you do want to cum
You're gay to get discovered in my 21-deuce
Cock-a-lickin' in the water by the blue bayou
Caught the warm goo
to fuck
Fuck him like you do want to cum
You're gay to get discovered in my 21-deuce
Cock-a-lickin' in the water by the blue bayou
Caught the warm goo
Da winner - Da Goat
Song writer : Charles Kelvin Bakker
(Rich flow instrumental )
(Instrumental by prod. Danny)
(Verse 1)
One life to life
So imma
Twas a dark day in Dallas, November '63
A day that will live on in infamy
President Kennedy was a-ridin' high
Good day to be livin' and a good day
too much on my mind
Got to stay up on the grind (oh)
You can stay
In the dust that I make
In the dust that I make (oh)
I wanna live up in a high rise
thought at night that comforts me is starving whoever's hunting me
Shit, lucky me, to be rich in a world where nothing's free
And separated from hell by
stanze
You coming in pairs, then two bodies by the stairs
Nigga we bang with the best, the models to rest
Create drama, rock armor, Smith & Wess-ons
Blood
is 'Excuse me, hops', he's [Name] Polo
You met the crew and you know where we live
You met Omar, Money and my man Wiz
The posse is here in full
fucking limits
Shout out to Uncle Luke
Shout out my bitches too
We the 2 Live Crew
Two for me, two for you (woo)
Feed them bitches carrots
Fuck 'em
the dream
Haunted by the magic in the
Words fall from reality
Prisms that hold prisoners like
Pathways blocking
Human imperfections
From their shining
Through
revolutionaries of our day and age are labeled
terrorists!
[Camu Tao] Weathermen! Radio!
[El-P] Live in stere-ere-o!
[Camu Tao] Brethren! Take dope!
[El-P]
on the page
I breathe bars, like oxygen locked my lungs in a cage
Instrumentals get fucked on the stage, a pedophile
Unless I dig in the crates, and fuck with
Double S, never less baby
Twista and Scott Storch in a dropped Porsche
That new shit, check it out
[Chorus: 2X]
My neck on bling, cris on chill
never watched the sky grow pale
Or strolled through fields of dew
I do not know of dust to dust
I live from breath to breath
I live to climb that
with the big boys
With big toys, bringing crazy noise and ruckus
Shutting down crews and motherfuckers
In low beta, not to be fucked with like
snakes and cakes
Fiends found in lakes, jealously Jakes we shake
What I strive for is what I live for
Infatuated by material things in this wild life
snakes and cakes
Fiends found in lakes, jealously Jakes we shake
What I strive for is what I live for
Infatuated by material things in this wild life
I got some thoughts
It's some dumb shit on my mental
Just feed me the instrumental
I miss the block
But sometimes I wanna live right
So I'm focused
to save
And there will be no say
Rather than share space with me
You'd prefer a bad day
Ashes to ashes dust to dust
I crush anything or anyone that stand in
General Warning
ashes to ashes, dust to dust
born too be wild and born too rust
I hear a roar in me, I'm in the war for peace
the tears pour from these
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