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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
pops and moms
Tell em Im a good kid
Catholic raised
Knowin i went to public school
And sweared and got blazed
Even weed when i got a whole two
And that
[Verse 1]
One for the devil two for my God
Father please forgive me while I rock this broad!
(Tormented)
I've been lovin coochie since it was
distressed with that fine dress
Ohh relieve stress while I make the p*ssy wet
Don't believe me better watch then
Going right back to the room hella soon yeah
the flyest nigga that you ever saw
Live in - action! Guaranteed - RAW!
[Interlude:]
"Who's comin' through?
Y'all know who! DO! "
[Verse 2:]
Bedstuy Brooklyn
the girls give it to me
I ain't gotta take it
Oh, pop champagne
Ohh, pop champagne
Ohh, we pop champagne
Ohh, we pop champagne
We need more bottles tell ma
affi dead a mi nuh give a hoot
Bury Dem and plant a tree Pon top
Tun Dem Ina root
Drum a carry 100
So mi page Dem bout 2:50
By 3 o clock mi shell di
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
the fuck is this funky fungus that growed amongst us
Sprayed a few, shank a few, rap crews say they shamed too
But can't hang two, like we do
Fuck them,
Back up, back up, back up, back up
Back up, back up, back up, back up ease off
This goes out to all area crew (yes, yes, yes)
This to my BK crew
to work
I must to bust two nuts back to bay
Never seen a bitch work head like that
She had me jumpin' out of my seat
Workin' her jaws to the beat
She
left us
Well he's gone and life goes on, you know
We had a crew, but one by one we go
Memories of his face that was full of joy
Rock-a, Rock-a bye,
and call that fun
Our babies dying, 3-2-1
Instead of the ? hear the coming of his son
And a free man no land right
Masquarading the ladies, the feminists
nothing feels fine
Pop, pop, goes my nine
[Intellect] Not too soon but before I just can't think
[Intellect] I stick with the INSTINCT
[Verse 2: Intellect]
a crab that infiltrate
Try to divide crews (I see you)
You say you balling but it's biddy though
You know it's fucked up when Sharkeisha
Get more hit's
me back
But somehow we still ain't talking (talk)
That been hurting me often
Shortie gon' move
I'm with the crew
Prolly gon' hit it by two, yuh
I beat
humming
You shoulda seen it coming
I blew the crew up
But I weren't the one that grew the crew up
Certain manna knew I had two up
But don't try flip
here yo he loved his son
Matter of fact my pops the one that showed me a gun
And said Popi, you gotta protect ya moms
Even if that means that you gotta
had two pair of Lee's, besides that
The pin stripes and the gray (uh-huh)
The one I wore on Mondays and Wednesdays (uh)
While niggas flirt, I'm
had two pair of Lee's, besides that
The pin stripes and the gray (uh-huh)
The one I wore on Mondays and Wednesdays (uh)
While niggas flirt, I'm
generation of these kids
Mature improperly
All they f*cking genitalia getting changed
Because you unhappy
That is not right
I hope that I don't have to live
live! Not only that but you've got a bumper package of serious songs.... live! Goodness!
Released the 23rd of September 1985, and they got to a chart
clan from my building and my man from 8-11
Wit me when we hit the jams behind 2-57
Mom's babysittin', Pop's on the hustle
54 block was on lock, bust
really cares
What man you got it's the year 2/1
Anyone can get pop I'm off the hook this year
Gettin mad money off the lyrics this year
When I enter
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