Lyrics:
what to do wit it
A fine opportunity
To put it in her uterus
The cat got 9 lives
I know what to do wit it
And after I get through wit it
That pussy need
hurt 'em up, move out, blow the spot
Round two, rounds flew (*shots*) in the parkin' lot
Niggas rallied up to see who got shot
Wait down G, my whole crew
Love niggas we lose
If you live in indecision then that decision you choose
Only difference 'tween a Catholic and Christian are written views
Dog it's
Godfather 3
And do a fly by
Time to rip and hit and strangle
I eat Guardian Angels
And toy emcees
With their names on the front page
I bury in shallow graves
watch
My conceited bitch in London
She speaks so posh nigga this that T naaa
Nigga this that woo ha
She fucked the whole crew
Now the hoes 2 live
These
-Vaya
-Come on
-Vaya
-A vailar
[Chorus 2x:]
Where're my niggers with the big dicks? -Ahh
Where're my niggers with the hot whips? -Ahh
Where're
on UPN 9 and WB
Who 'Yes Massa' on TV
What ever happened to Wheezy? The Redd Foxx's?
Never got Emmy's but were real to me
Let's hear it, two for
thrown plenty of shit at me
A cat with endless lives
Haters actin like
No one beating mike
Like they never seen a young Bron
Stepping over his legacy
Oh
a boss nigga
All this pussy papa tryna fuck me up with their Charm
they forget I got my GOD right by my side nigga
They have my momma gon I’m sliding For
If Pirus and Crips all got along
They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song
Seem like the whole city go against me
Every time I'm in
a second time to photobomb it
I live by a code of demonic, Illuminati, Obama, Hovanomics
Hold up, hurdles in life, I hop in a Turbo and roll around 'em
the strippers by the pair
If her pussy classic then she might just get a pair
No time for the hating, against all my religions
Swangers when I'm skating, up in
it, gives a (uff) I'm a flaunt it
That (haaaa) got niggas thinkin I'm hunted, the bumbell
[Chorus] X 2
[Tech N9ne] (Yukmouth)
Yeah (Live and direct)
test
Got DJ Scott LaRock by my side, not in back of me
'Cause we make up the Boogie Down Productions crew faculty
Get it right, or train yourself not
I'm chilling, I grab the Buddha, get my crew to buy beers
And watch a flick, illin' and root for the villain, huh
Plus, every morning, I go out
Saw my man layin' dead on the floor, kid I swore
That our crew will live forever, I guess I was wrong
No, until we meet again,hold ya head and stay
never lose
I don't mind being by myself, but I'd rather be with my crew
Or in the stude, or with my family
Only child but I am grown so I gotta take care
tucked
Sweeping and I scoop up, tryna battle who you can’t defeat
Surrounded by them shooters, you gangsta pussy do sum
Going up’s the only option rather
gotta get me
And money like pussy and I gotta get deep
So I gotta get street cause it's riding on me
My niggas can't drive, I got riders with me
And nah I
Yea
Live by the codes I won't speak on no business
Won't speak on no business yea
Uhh yea alright
Live by the codes I won't speak on no business
wants the feeling she gon slide
What it do come slide the dude, ride with the crew
Shorty bad she a five times two not a two and a half shorty really max
Niggas gone recognize get back
All of my ghost is too huh
Fuck a lil 2 live crew
Look at what this 45 do to u
Ion even care bout u Nigga
I been
The game is overcrowded so we fight for space
Neighbourhood show the hustle, still we grind to win
Tryin' to find a way, to come up on 2 pounds of yay
lip torn tattered sash hard ass cast and crew can support though,
A band of young bandits never destined to grow,
Live in the mouth of the island
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