Lyrics:
Twins, bitch I'm on my two Glock shit
You niggas screwed up, put you on ya news box shit
Body found by the river, feet in cement bricks
Ew she nasty
One two, one two
Hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up
Yeah
I woke up, I looked up at the clock and I seen it was time
It unfolds in my eyes every
through the building
Continuing to build, I strive for perfection
Driven by the will to live, Glocks I hold
Shots I give, while searchers of rescue teams
I swear that we eating we been on a roll
It’s time to get money hop back on the road
Fuck all that talking you’ll get your shit took
I live by
know you was an opp
How I'm posed to stop
Loving
Rather have a sick bitch over a dozen
Yeah Yeah Yeah
I'm so sick of all your lives
Almost had your
$hort, don't say it tonight, beeatch
It started on a bright morning in 1987
I was in my drop-to Caddy y'all
Gettin sucked by a bitch named Helen
Nasty
Uh
Just dance, just dance
Uh, just dance, just dance
Just dance, just dance (checka, checka one, two, one, two)
(Checka, checka one, two, one,
From A Lemon
And A Lemon To A Lime
He Cuts The Beat In Half The Time
And As Sure Is 3 times 2 is 6
You'll Say Flash Is The King Of The Quick Mix
We're
better recognize) (2x)
(Think you better recognize) (2x)
Sam: (Dre)
Well I'm back in the mix with a bottle of hennessy,
so fire up a blunt let's have
you can reminisce
and wish, you wasn't livin so devilish, ssshit
I remember I was just like you
Smokin blunts with my crew, flippin over 62's
Cause
of call
But the seas were rough
And the ice was tough
And they were hit with frozen squalls
By January's Ides
They were two hundred miles
From their first
Chorus:
People came ??
Encore, encore
People came in by the load
Ooh, love is strong
(KMG)
Yeah why'all, I felt the need, I had to let ya
[C-Bo]
My whole crew balling
Pushing roses down to the impalas
On a mission for dollars bumping hoes
You know my motto
All about the cash 6
push them all off to the other side
And kick it with my crew in the nasty ride
Who’s rocking shot on they face? Who’s got shit on they face now?
crew a chosen few legit minds
Who live prime shorty's on some fly stuff
Admitted that can't resist mines
Mahogany complexion body probably dressed in
My
you a deuce
I'm sipping on pine, I mix it with juice
All black wit a skully I'm hanging wit blue
We factors, go head and bring out your crew
Got
the boys
I ain't pressing the weapon, Devin'll play with the toys
I ain't stressing you poppy, mommy was by me in struggles
You in the mix when it's
crew just like Scooby-Doo
These fake Ghost Faces go home before 22:00
In Europe that means that ten PM is the curfew
Two AM in Porto, I run into my boy
on
the floor gettin ready for the party tonight through it up if your down
to roll
Verse 1
Come on come on lets do it again 2 double o 1 dropin it nbk with
running this rap shit
(Watch out! We run New York)
I don't care if you Mobb Deep, I hold triggers to crews
You little fuck, I've got money stacks
wanna talk, I just wanna fuck
So get on your knees when I get annoyed
Live by the rules, I made my choice
Open my eyes, I just see joy
Family and friends
don't stop
Don't, don't stop (Jay)
One, one, two, two, three, three
The, the Hollis, Hollis crew, crew
For, for, for, for, for the love now
Cool
don't stop
Don't, don't stop (Jay)
One, one, two, two, three, three
The, the Hollis, Hollis crew, crew
For, for, for, for, for the love now
Cool
with the most step carefully around me
I bribe by the rules you know
disturb my groove and you gots to lay low
Geronimo have it in the cut
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