Lyrics:
name is, man we got a real crew, we got
Motherfuckers over here rapping for real, eat pussy on records and
Shit, that shit ain't what's happening, we
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
a youth, I smoked weed out
Now I'm that mothafucker y'all read about
Smokin' you and your crew, takin' a life or two
You don't like how I'm livin, well
a youth I smoked weed out
Now I'm that motherfucker y'all read about
Smoking you and your crew, taking a life or two
You don't like how I'm living well
TRU SHIT
Production By Solo Beats
Comin Down Smokin Green/Makin My Cream Servin Fiends/Sippin On Lean Then Pop A Bean 2 Project PT Ghetty
do it for the meals
We just wanna put some food on the table don't wanna die before we live
I just wanna rock and pop the bottles with the crew (Crew
shit
Me and Mos spit and blow the show quick
Watch out, yuh pussy sound get box out
Mos and Busta Rhymes, two bad man ah shuck out
Watch out, give
first SMACK event
You ain't run into me by
Accident before my crash pussy
Swear To God you ain't see me at a concert
Backstage and ask can you have my
When I go to war, I dun them
Could be this crew or that crew, I dun them
Could've joined that friend up, I will dun them
Out of town, that's where
Askin' "Does a certain Drayzie live at this address? Yes?"
The spot was hotter than the sun, without a doubt
I had the choice to go to school and get
not a game
He getting beat by the whole city but he still on live screaming gang
Juvie you know that shii a shame
These n***** doing anything for
the money, two for pussy and foreign cars
Three for Alize, niggas deceased or behind bars
I rap divine, God, check the prognosis: is it real or showbiz?
My
the street just to cop a yout'
Question him, attack him, lock him up cos' his face he screwed, pay my dues
Still this crew be clocking me like "he's not right
the hoopty then I started racing
Turned off the lights a block away so he don't peep the caper
I see him and a bunch of cats by the bodega
Don't wanna kill
They can use they dick for a pencil
I'm known for snatchin' purses
And bombin' churches
I get more pussy by accident than
Most niggas get on purpose
I
don't trust no strangers, yeah
I might get the crew together and pull a caper, yeah
You can't eat if you ain't bring nothing to the table, yeah
I tied
Check it out y'all
Ch-ch-check it out y'all
Two, two Live Crew
Two Li, two Li, two Li, two Live Crew
Fresh, fresh, fresh Kid Ice
Tre-treach Dee
Sam and I (think you better recognize) (2x)
Sam: (Dre)
I remember days on the blocks where I slang slung played punk cops
and mad props cause I ran
back and pull strings
Yeah yeah
Used to have that fuckin' title by name
Yeah yeah now that's nothin' but some
Fire to my flame, Yeah yeah
You ain't
(808 my crew) yeah, yeah
Yeah real world, dog
It's us versus whoever
It'll be this way forever
It's us versus whoever
It'll be this way forever
It's
like 2 Live Crew
You knew it all along, my pussy was fire
Every time you licked the cat, it was like a fuckin' hot
Now I can't getcha to leave me
Fuckin' wit' the wrong crew (what?)
Don't know what we goin' through (what?)
I'ma have to show niggas (what?)
How easily we blow niggas (what?)
Lemme
a thin stat get the tin stat
Put the twopence in the cup
Keep your two cents only send facts
Only live that dark slab by the graves
St. James to the waves
Fuckin' wit' the wrong crew (what?)
Don't know what we goin' through (what?)
I'ma have to show niggas (what?)
How easily we blow niggas (what?)
Lemme
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