Lyrics:
by our blood?
I guess we made it through the rain for getting stuck in the mud
Look, if we ain't leave, we would've never met the crew
But if we had
always said the truth couldn't hurt me
She also said that it would set me free
I guess she was are-I-G-H-T on the nail
'Cause now I'm out making my mail
Let me tell you somethin' about an a-b-c style
The a the be, the c the d the e the f the g the h the I the j the k
The l the m the n the o the p
able to control this?
I know some fok' that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard the explosions
Same shit happened back in Hurricane
The mix so smooth like the batter and the frosting
I bring my own stuff because I gotta stay frosty
Glass to my left
Get a drink I'm parching
H to the 2
the crew
Now in the hood there were a few who did appreciate the saga
But didn't have the ends to fund this armada
So now we were the two with no H2
And open
all my niggaz and my chicks
Tell me who ya'll rollin' with (yeah)
[Hook 2X: Streetlife (Method Man)]
Method spits fire (Fire!) The roof's
never try
So we roll with 'em (uh), stole with 'em
I mean loyalty, niggas bought me milks at lunch
The milks was chocolate, the cookies, buttercrunch
never try
So we roll with 'em (uh), stole with 'em
I mean loyalty, niggas bought me milks at lunch
The milks was chocolate, the cookies, buttercrunch
oh shit! That's the jam
Now if you wanna play around don't play with me
You can play with AIDS, I'm puttin' H's in your IV's
Bum raps over drum
That's the jam
[Mad Skillz]
Now if you want to play around don't play with me
You can play with AIDS, I'm puttin H's in your IV's
Bum raps over drum taps;
ruled the world, I do now
Me and the 'Tics 'bout to rack 'em and move the crowd
[Chorus: x2]
Call the cops, I see a robbery in progress
Lunatics
the crew
Tell me Iz you rollin with the crew
Tell me Iz you rollin with the crew
Tell me Iz you rollin with the crew
Swangin' through the H
Ladies looking
'Bout to do the damn thing you know
1, 2, it's live
I'm about to take these boys back to the dirty
Back to the mud
Some of these old country ass
your crew, or they might be next
Look at they man eye, BIG man they never try
So we roll with 'em (uh), stole with 'em
I mean loyalty, bought me
you see me n I ain't wiv my crew believe I'm on my ps n qs, even on my own 2 that's the difference between me and you (x2)
I h8 losin, so I'm agenst
like I was jokin'
They escorted me out
I shook hands wit' him and that was
The first day I ever met Cass'
So it took 16 years, two rounds later
For you
in love with it
[Chorus: Knoc-Turn'al]
Watch out
All these scandalous hoes in L.A
Got me rolling with my glock out
Swing by pick up my dough
niggaz
Ridin hard 'til we bury them wit'cha
Show you how much we care for you niggaz
And I'm ready to pop
My crew to 'for they let me get popped
Rest
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
Denny's and conduct symphonies
You fuckin with me, you won't live to see tomorrow, faggot!
I keep it gangsta, storin bodies in a dusty attic
You can't talk
t[???] in his h[???], then off the old gold
Till I got to be on the other line, put him on hold
It was my shorty, told her call me back, kid you're too
He's the top one, not the 2, not the 3, not the 4, i am indeed restored
Taking that leap of Faith, He's blessed me in so many ways
I say it everyday,
to take a chump sucker down
And my H-K it holds 80 rounds
So when you move be careful and don't play
And watch for the ricochet
Suicide,it's a suicide,yeah
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