Lyrics:
GS's, sendin' messages
Two and two makes four, Cristal's crazily pour
Gun wars, my crew feel 'em like swords
With the green leathers, hundred pound
right through it
Like my pussy tight, where I can't slide right through it
Always say I wish I had a mind like you
Live a life like you, ride by you and
Live from New York it's Saturday Nite
Live from New York it's Saturday Nite
Live from New York it's Saturday Nite
Live from New York it's Saturday
I know some niggas
I know some niggas who rappin' I
Wanna see under my shoe (Shit, I got a few)
Your favorite rapper a bitch and he
Pussy but ain't
[Chorus: Cutty Cartel]
No I don't like calamari by and no I don't eat caviar
But you might catch me exquisit at the bar
You're the finest that I seen thus
pussy
Two live crew in ninety two
Speed it up, no chop and screw
take the sedan, Leave the coupe
More bitchies, four bitchies
I'm gone need more room
us cause we wont fuck with you.
We just a regular everyday normal crew,
Once a month we get drunk and watch Terminator 2.
We just a regular everyday
from goin' under.
The fedarones want to see me dead.
Niggas put prices on my head.
Now I got 2 rottwillers by me bed.
I feed em lead.
Now
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
Come four by four, lose one like Dru Hill
Stay fly 'til you air sick, now that's ill
Two choices, either squeeze or peel, now that's real
What
They coming one by one two by two
Bring your friends and I’ll bring my crew
We can all have a party yeah
One big party yeah
They coming one by one
(What's the subject?)
The Shwingalo, hot damn
(Is Posdnuos gonna start?)
I am, I am
(And by the order of Shwing on hand)
I present to you
know that I
Live and die for the things I do slang
I use breakin' down mics and destroyin' crews.
1-2-1-2 uh
1-2-1-2 mic check 1-2-1-2
1-2-1-2
my check up no doctor I'm solo
Live by the streets then you die by em'
I might pull up like I seen a hot sign
They say niggas is flaw, not mine
Show me
loving my style (She love it)
I got a tooly with me with a silencer on it so it don't make a sound (Shhh)
Pew she loving the crew
I need a crib by the lake
)
She knew I was leavin' 'fore I even came (pussy)
Two revolvers on my waist, John Wayne (pussy)
Smack niggas, then I get on live and sing (yeah)
before givin' brain
I've been framed, been accused, by the people by my side
So moved in with my crew just so I can live my life
Though if I gotta solo
to fix your teeth but you ain't looking cool
Bitch what it do
Live my life on do or die
Pussy nigga scared to die
Lunga ain't shit he too fake
And we can't
flow, so low and behold
I higgity hold his mic piece for ransom
It's all about expanses, stocks of skunks,
props and my pops get a mansion
By the age
Fuck you
And that hating bitch too (Yup)
Matter fact fuck your whole crew (All y'all)
Fuck the pussy hole that you came through (Your mom)
Middle
raised in the inner city by ballers with diamonds
Climbin the benzes, rollin philles, we younger minors
Me, I be the one that's only 12 years old
Crankin
City by ballers with diamonds
Climbin the Benzes, rollin Philles
We younger minors
Me, I be the one that's only 12 years old
Crankin off the hook from
E.D.I Amin]
Life in High Speed
F*** the punishment, tie weed
I gonna buy me a gun
F*** doin` time
[2Pac]
I live life High Speed
Slightly
he's sitting next to you I bet it sting
You wanna ride it your hide is divided
By my 2 thumbs, I murder it when I get inside it
Hit it till you get
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