Lyrics:
in a Ford van
Let these niggas know I'm a give em a permanent suntan
Walk in your studio session
Damage your crew in the vocal booth with
Baby girl I got my hoodie up
You slept with the crew thought this was love
Two Years' worth of gold in the dust
My heart is so cold what the fuck
I'm an Angel in dust
Dirt on me stained from the mud
But I turned that clay into grub
Serve plates to the munch's
I can feed a banquet with just
Two
it's Busta Bust
In God We Trust another one bites the dust
[Busta]:
Hey Ramp, fuck that!
I was 'bout to see this cat
Some niggas pulled up in a black
If Pirus and Crips all got along
They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song
Seem like the whole city go against me
Every time I'm in
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
and murder in their eyes
A fervent fever
to control the just
To pound freedom into dust
Damn you damn you all Damn you You planned the fall
Damn you damn
two
Livin down the street where BIG got shot
I hunt you
And the very next day where Pac met his fate
It's how we live our life, surrounded by Che
Pause
landscape, of broken rocks
Whether heard in herb spots, jukebox or malt shops
Uncut live, drop eighty-five, in one shot
Spotlight hits the metal mic, majority
knuckles
I’m busy
Breaking the sound barrier to move the cosmos
And planetary bodies while bodying instrumentals, I’m
God
Body in a God Gundam, that’s Domon
a fifty two box, original tick in the mind
Listenin to 'Pac and them drop with a prestigious design
My niggaz is dimes, my bitches is dimes
I came up
how I reach my potential
I stay on the hunt for dope tracks and instrumentals
Travel the world, found black diamonds in the Everglades
Fought
him D my nigga
KRS-One, him the President come
The crew called BDP, Melo-di-di-de-de
[Ms. Melodie]
Comin live and direct in full effect
Ms.
recruitin' to bring mo' troops in
Niggas don't be doin' what they 'posed to do
They betta post on the corna with the busta crew
Playin' games I used to play
test
Got DJ Scott LaRock by my side, not in back of me
'Cause we make up the Boogie Down Productions crew faculty
Get it right, or train yourself not
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31 seconds and we're gone for auto sequence start
t minus ten seconds
4 - 3 - 2 - 1 - ignition
a crew
Not 5 not 4 not 3 (Just two!)
In the beginning, let it be like the record spinning
As a child I stack 45's in a pile blow the dust off
Put it
drug!
(Tormented)
want to live my life in a day (What I meant is)
Drugs help escape the flame and pain (THC)
Roll it, light it, now you smoke your weed (I
in the basement and that's no exaggeration
So this hell I'm bout to unleash is by thy own making
Craft it, hell or high water - paper or plastic
Cash
a notch or two or watch my crew murder ya
Yo hold the phone, tone niggas like That's raps are prone
To dissasemble members only who think they're grown
snoop crown on the vic
Crown on my wrist, crown on my bitch
And a couple crowns on my crew
Keeping pounds of the blue
Ivory in it, tsunami in it when I be
on a mission
Brand new 4-5 with the RIP (RIP)
In the trap all night 'cause my dog don't sleep ('cause my dog don't sleep, yeah)
Used to live a nightmare, I
man
Will start living again
You wanna live in a two
I wanna live in a ten
Go and ask PPL fam I did it again
1, 2, 3 let's go!
Yeah lager and spliffs
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
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