Lyrics:
for a favor now
The nigga in with the crew
And now he live major
House in Dix Hills next to Brooke Shields
With the cook and the maid, shit was real
dissin' a
Unofficial that smoke Woolie Thai
I dropped out of Cooley High, gassed up by a cokehead cutie pie
Jungle survivor, fuck who's the live-r
My
Rule 1
Never make a jealous bitch your wife
Rule 2
Small crew keep your circle tight
Rule 3
Keep it G, gotta earn your stripes
It's E.P. he fuck with
every show
Whole crew couldn't be faded
Straight untouchable flows
Faithful few stayed down
Whether I'm rich or I'm broke
Trees by the pound, take two
Don't believe I'm having twos I don't want no clones
Flex on level zeus can't fuck with crew
I said it's cool
Got me in the mood
I'm out the blues ey
Got
Been down for the crew, Through times when they tough
Broke down in the pockets, Getting it out the mud
Fast forward in time, The money stack up
fucked up, the whole damn crew!
Chur, Chur, Chur, Churrr! x2
(Yeaah hah, you know who it is, The O’C, The O’C)
I wish i could live like this forever,
Twitter fingers that stay brown reclusive
Birds eye view from my balcony highest point reached by man where I live
I'm at lost and found with a keyboard
[Kane]
Okay, okay, okay, okay
Attention to the whole crew
Scoob Lover, Scrap Lover, I don't need your dancin
Mister Cee I don't need you
Catch me in the 80's drop
Old school Mercedes with a brand new baby glock
Right from my Lady's sock with two bodies on it
Capricorn, Aquarius
Lost so
that I'm a nigga who don't handle biz
We live by the trig, we die by the trig
Evidently, you done made a weak, freak move
I break crews goin' chop
We are here to tell the world just who we are
Shocking female (MC's), shocking female (MC's) (Repeat 2x)
Verse 1: Phife
No need for, introductions,
a Prairie sky
A bent old man by the ceiling fan
Sipping on a glass o’ brew
Looked me up and down with a wrinkled frown
Waiting on a word or two
Verse 2
He
(yeah)
45th Street and blaow-blaow Ave
I done ran through your crew and only let off half, nigga
If you don't live that, you shouldn't say that
Quick to burst a child I'm livin' worse than foul
I pack two techs in case ya crew flex
I wet up the set in a second yell who's next
To feel the wrath
barefoot willin'
Look at the chain, I snatched with a medallion worth a thousand
Cops rushed the garden made it home smilin'
Half of the crew probably
shit hard as fuck)
Y’all live for bitches and blunts I live for the crew
How I did the percolator I took two (ooh go head)
I don’t know nun bout damn
[Starang]
Starang forever like Wu Tang my crew brings drama
Hangin your ass upside down by ya shoe strings
Smoke tell em how we doin this
hitting bad bitches up by the two's
Thirteen hundred dollars for sneakers I done spent that on a slot of snooze
Abandoned the whole operation, because shit
out that’s power ten boys that’s facts ten thousand then by see my dick it’s time to show me what you got without calling in your head every girl dirty
We just got news live in Mumbai where a fatal car crash has been taken place at 2:30 am in the midnight when a truck rammed into a Red LaFerrari.
bounce that shit
Now here I am, chillin' in the 212
I got my shawty by my side
And my two live crew
Makin' noise, wakin' the hood
Fuck they gon' do? I got
breath
Two brothers back to back
Missing one brother but we'll finish the track
Me and my crew, we used to be so tight
But ever since he gone I keep
ain't home
And I'm rocking with my crew
Just rolled into town and I came to lay it down
Pass me the 'gar and we'll go very far
Pull up to your house, take
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