Lyrics:
Classic, like a slapbox festival
Or when cats come home from doin five live federal
Surrounded by cheese like Domino, cat be cool
Mommy's got a gat, papi too
Bulldoze an instrumental the lyrics are too tonka
Kato 2022 drums all too bonkers
Rappers my kids
Go suck on your mom's honkers
Toe to toe like I'm doing
since 91 and still keep a shiny gun/ supporter of slaughter in gang order/ we smuggle unconventional weapons over the boarder
Verse 2
That click clackin
with substance get poison by your own venom
But we move now
I'm on the groove sound
My dawgs proud
When they hear my voice they give me the crew pound
Chiraq, we don't need a .38
Just two young G's, one Nike pouch and his little blade
And if you live that day, give thanks to your God
'Cause there
stunts, and drinkin' brew
For the criminal acts done by criminal crews
(2X) ‘Father forgive them for they know not what they do'
For disregarding what is
up]
Give it up we want to live it up [give it up]
Give it up for the most slept on since pepto bis when
time warner let go prince
Ridin by betta get yo
thin air like a simple magic trick,
You’re banished quick bitch by the king of Hamilton!
Chorus Repeat x2
Verse 2: Kirah L (Rapped 16 Bar’s):
Yo it’s
Choppin' a bitch my crew hit then they slide
Know I live by the trap and the rules I abide
I won’t touch on a thot keep my girl by my side
If you
the illest MCs
F being cool, when I pass by you feelin' the breeze
I'm hotter than hell, my mission is to burn and attack you
You want it with Swel? Oh well, I
a mule
to put my kids through school
Live by my number one rule, got to support my crew
I’ve got nothin’ to lose, divin’ head first in the pool
I’ll be
on my bucket list
Bitch the process is still pending
So if it’s like this in the beginning
Will a nigga live to enjoy the finish?
Life on story mode, I’m
Crew Solid (yeah)
My Racks Solid (yeah)
My Sticks Solid (yeah)
Clay Raw Solid (yeah)
You got my number bitch don't call it
I'm solid bitch I'm serving
ya together
Organize ya bones and organs by the letters
Know that you can't do no better
Than the 2G's
Yeah that's forever
Come through lay
Live from New York it's Saturday Nite
Live from New York it's Saturday Nite
Live from New York it's Saturday Nite
Live from New York it's Saturday
have a check at all
- check one check two now I'm through with you
And all the Heavyweight crew puttin it down, Ten Cent Eve
Doin it at Project
metaphor
Two steps forward then itʼs one step back
I was raised by the streets to believe there is no setbacks Survived the gutter, step father, brother
emcees, I send em to the Pet Cemetery
Your whole crew turns chicken when they finish
watching you die, so please stand by as I fry
You kinda sour so I
on the scene
Well, it's not that we're rowdy, rude, raunchy or loud
But a match into nitro is like my crew into a crowd
I'ma take a minute or maybe I'll take two
about trapping with
Them hundred-round drummers, boy?
Counting bread and killing instrumentals
Made by Drumma Boy (Paper Route Empire)
I'm doing too much
Only two more weeks'till we meet
Two more weeksuntil we meet
CHORUS
Am And in two weeks, we're C going live our G dreams,
Am Viewing the world, while C
shaka's
Small head-build, means you the small-time nigga
With small thoughts, and small means, of gettin' small figures
By all means, expedite, "Live
cha want to do?
want to ride with, want to roll with the crew, get live with the crew?
In 99, it's time to shine with the crew
Yo what cha, what
NEEDS A FRIEND
IT'S A DOGGONE SIN
I LIVE NEXT DOOR TO LONESOME
II
SHE'S STILL CRYIN'
SHE NEEDS MORE TIME
I'M JUST ABOUT DYIN'
SHE LIVES NEXT DOOR
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