Lyrics:
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
And rather live the life of crime
With my Bed-Stuy connection connected in two
It's live Boo start shit too wild for you
Peace to, Baisley, Forty-P get down
pointsetta
And put him on the balcony so he could get a
Little bit of city sun just to quench his thirst
Plants gotta live too, 'cause they feed the earth
Just
It's been a god damn year that I came with some new shit
cll of my pussy opps they stay on that bullshit
So let's just end it by pulling up opp
If I miss
a few graves
I hit the club and pop a few Spades
I'm gettin' pussy like Uncle Luke in
His 2 Live Crew days
She can't suck this dick again
If she ain't
Live like 9-5, I rhyme and come alive
My grind divides fine through my divine eyes
It's prime time, you wish you could buy time, but it's my time
bodies two by two, ha
Time to head home, baby, what that sex 'bout? (Okay)
Have your head on, baby, lose that cell phone (Okay)
We fuck to fly, she let
I see that when the money came that's when the women changed
Fascinated by lexus and gold chains luxury cars conversating with
Movie stars now they
(KE on the track)
No Ceilings
Okay
I got this chrome on this Bugatti
I'm strong in this Bugatti
2 V8's ain't no such thing as driving calm in
One plus one, equals two
Two plus two, equals four
Carry the two, o two two
Yeah that sound right, o two two
Yeah let's get it
Kickin shit for the o
Standing tall yeah im locked with the OGs, real money hunters, getting to it by any means (standing on business)
For my 2 boys and my girl, I live n
Yeah it's a picture; yeah it's a job
Maybe that's why I do it so odd
Walk around just like I was god
Kick it so live, when I'm with the gods
Freeway
Shorty got that super soaker
Guap 9000
I tell her freeze
Okay could go now
Wait, hold up
That pussy crazy baby
Slow down
That pussy crazy baby
of crews got cold feet
Hold microphone like hold heat on a old beat
On a roll, brothers gotta eat: whole wheat
Shall not live by bread alone he need meat
cars (Cars)
Have to love them ratchet bitches (bitches), they get 2 Live with the Crew (Crew)
Make them pop that pussy open (open), man I feel like Uncle
to live?
Y'know you really can't say that ya blame niggas
Fuck bein tame, set aflame, time to aim triggers
2Pac'll spark a revolution, fuck
We just got news live in Mumbai where a fatal car crash has been taken place at 2:30 am in the midnight when a truck rammed into a Red LaFerrari.
hardened criminals know the average Joe's miserable woe
Though they both live by different codes
Niggas don't know how I developed such a difficult flow
Remy Boyz they know the crew name
Chopper kickin' we call it Liu Kang baby
Pay attention to how we move things
Fuck niggas they screamin' Zoo Gang
Remy Boyz they know the crew name
Chopper kickin' we call it Liu Kang baby
Pay attention to how we move things
Fuck niggas they screamin' Zoo Gang
caper
Barry at the baker
Two fizz fatty and a cold coal bread
I'm wicked in mah head
I paint mah skull red
Well well in mah walk when
Flickin' mah
to mother-in-law
Got the universe movin' in the form of the sea-saw
You killed 2Pac and Biggie, you know they was rollin' wit me
You paid for your stupidity
You
trigger to a barrel
From the bottom of your heart
'til death do you fuckin' part
Do you understand to live, to lie by him
Is to share your soul, Lord
and that shit made him rotten
And rather sour, so that coward wanna work with Bauers
Like he gon pay you by the hour, pussy Nigga now or
Later haters gon be
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