Lyrics:
and pull out my two shot derringer
Cause yes, Heather be comes classier
Cause Heather be , Jamal-Ski, and KRS the trainer
makes up the dope crew
Y’all must not know who I am
I don't get to the spot till 2 AM
Don’t be mad, lil' mama, cuz you not in
E'r'r'body wanna roll with the crew I’m in
They
bars of death, here comes a bad Mother F
Don't say another (shh) don't take another
Mic check one, One, checky two
What's this? The old switcharoo, huh!
the crowd saying can we get a encore. I’m riveting every time I do my thing, everybody hear me sing, one two, one two, mic check, one two, come on Megas, come
rotten
Microphone check, one two one two
Shouts to the East and the West coast crew
Whatever you do, keep this hip-hop shit true
{"That's all I
is bright
Blind gain sight when I guide by the light
Everybody trying to have the time of their life
They live for the day then die by the night
One
my pocket
Yo heard, with my head I cock it, and rock it like that brother in colors
'Cause I want y'all to live, my crew is 2 Live, we sneakin'
your bitch snap on double mega of a shotty
and a burner and I keeps the 2 ready
to hit you in your chest like Steve Young do Jerry
Rice, be nice
to Hagney
East Finchley Apache
Verse 2
Mega:
Spit in Juan, when you see that link is on
Got the linkest charm, by the time you blink it's gone
Ayo, I run for
slang I use
breakin' down mics
and destroyin' crews.
1-2-1-2 unhh............ 1-2-1-2 mic check 1-2-1-2
1-2-1-2 unhh............ 1-2-1-2 mic
never die, ah!
My crew standing by my side
Pass the joint we getting high
In this life you live or die
So you gotta go outside
Go and catch some good
Five carloads deep, time to go do a show
Got a massive crew and we're ready to roll
So I grab my gear hop in the whip and ride
Premier he's got
Oh you wanna act raw, till I spark shotties
Have him laying in a morgue, now he hardbody
'Fore he was live, now he a dead guy
Mega's down to earth but
Evidence:
(Punch in)
I punch in this Club Elaine
Punch out just pissed in Hurricane
When this is done things will never be the same
Peace to mega
down you know?
[Verse 1]
Dear Nas, what up son it's Mega
I got your letter, me and my cousin Oogie here together
Aiyyo your man Duke came through
you
sweet, we gotta eat
Yo, we come from starvin' days, runnin' up in Dr. J's
Rock away, so the mega trades, diggin', pockin' days
Yo, the aids wasn't in,
Yuhh
Woo
Glrrt pow
A10
A10
A10
A10
A10
You know the f**cking Vibes n***a
Long Live Pop Smoke n***a
Me my n****s don't lack
Send two shots to ya back
the Loot Pack crew
Funky like Con-Funk-Shun, more style than Stylistics
I got mo' beats than Magic's got assists so
Raise up off me, or get snatched by
the Loot Pack crew
Funky like Con-Funk-Shun, more style than Stylistics
I got mo' beats than Magic's got assists so
Raise up off me, or get snatched by
Yeah, Tha Alkaholiks
Ay J, I got a crew
They called the Loot Pack
And they can get crazy fresh y'all, crazy fresh y'all
My man Jack is about
ONE TO THE TWO
Written by cnthony cce Thomas
Produced by Ras Fiery
INTRO:
YO...KEEP TRYING. KEEP TRYING.
YO! YO!
ONE TWO...ONE TWO...
YO...KEEP
of the crew you know the bond is strong
And you know who's who, so let me not prolong
For this was a night to remember
I had on the beige Tims with the two
on the menu
Jah bless
No wahala, no stress
Holy father, amen
Mega don dada, two cents
Ngiyaz’thandazela
We live forever
We at the top, we came to stun, no room
the dough
The lifestyle I live is untouchable
So we clutch a few, guns that'll touch your crew
'Cause we learned to do what the hustlers do
Different ways
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