Lyrics:
roll wit' nothin' but them real niggaz (One),
hard to kill niggaz (Two)
Quick-to-grab-the-steel niggaz, (Three)
soldier in the feel niggaz (Four)
Hard
they fall
Got all of these rules just to live by the law
This is my surefire I don't get no applause
I'm just being me ain't no way that it's my fault
TakeitBackv2
Like Frederick Douglass
It's time to pick my brain apart
Lookin' at the menu, motherfucker
I'm the mane with art
The patriarch of this
On Me
BRILL feat. Keely Ferguson
(Produced by: csar)
(BRILL)
First I get one drink, maybe buy two,
Sip the third drink, fourth one's on you,
Drink
She said the sex was like no other
Never judge a book by it's cover
'Cause I just leave a couple
Shots in your brother
And make sure I empty the clip in
by you
Know it's going down you come inside my room and
I need all my bitches with me five times two
It's a lot of niggas moving, it's like they don't
I wasn't proud of the way that it's set up
Live by the code and we laid to the letter
Tryna take over your stereo that is my latest endeavour
I got
sure eat it drink it all off na make none go to waste
And who's aeoberti upon Falcon Crest you know him a chase
Se that the top of the crew Sis V
Insane Clown Posse!
ICP! about to take you way back! way back that is, to Vernor!
Posse, yeah!
Me and Shaggy 2 Dope in the home away from home
wit the kids
Tell em pull up where I live
Tell em invest where you live
No better feelin then to give
S5... at the crib
Bmdubs really... at the crib
my Crew is 2 Live
I ascend like Christ and watch you die
Breakers (HERE!) MC's (HERE!)
Writers (HERE!) Beat-boxers (HERE!)
DJ's (HERE!) Hip-Hop
gs's sendin messages
two and two makes four, cristal's crazily pour
gun wars my crew phantom like swords
verse three: ghostface killer
with the green
Clap Clap Applaud, Let
me state the facts,
trust the wrong person,
you get a wounded back,
But I got support, I
got so much love,
ones more than two
small
Arms and hair pin triggers
Dare niggas third in my crew
It's known killers
Model hoes that sniff blow
With hour glass figures
We live for raw sex
My crew in the front got it locked
My live niggas in the back got the gats
Yo, we true to this black
4-4 likes to pour one to the dome, lubricate
hurt 'em up, move out, blow the spot
Round two, rounds flew (*shots*) in the parkin' lot
Niggas rallied up to see who got shot
Wait down G, my whole crew
the ladies with burgundy hair get in free!
Heh, I got live on stage
Purple Gang and B.U., let's go!
Feelin' old as ever man I came with a buzz
Two shots,
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
a second time to photobomb it
I live by a code of demonic, Illuminati, Obama, Hovanomics
Hold up, hurdles in life, I hop in a Turbo and roll around 'em
I'm chilling, I grab the Buddha, get my crew to buy beers
And watch a flick, illin' and root for the villain, huh
Plus, every morning, I go out
a Mac-10
And rather live the life of crime
With my Bed-Stuy connection connected in two
It's liable to start shit too wild for you
Peace to, Baisley, Forty-P
Saw my man layin' dead on the floor, kid I swore
That our crew will live forever, I guess I was wrong
No, until we meet again,hold ya head and stay
pointsetta
And put him on the balcony so he could get a
Little bit of city sun just to quench his thirst
Plants gotta live too, 'cause they feed the earth
Just
never lose
I don't mind being by myself, but I'd rather be with my crew
Or in the stude, or with my family
Only child but I am grown so I gotta take care
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