Lyrics:
One two, one two, one two
I am the Overweight Lover MC, Heavy D
This one goes out to my man DJ Eddie F
Trouble T-Roy my partner G-Wiz
This also
thought at night that comforts me is starving whoever's hunting me
Shit, lucky me, to be rich in a world where nothing's free
And separated from hell by
can't find us cause yall ain't in the streets
Yall in office buildings sucking corporate meat
With these words we don't play like spit ya get sprayed
By
In a coffee shop in a city
Which is every coffee shop in every city
On a day which is every day
I picked up a magazine
Which is every magazine
Read
Wingkit hits and rims,
The effects of the blue leaks side by side as we roll by,
Sound and a/c now maybe I'll scoop you up,
You shoot back at the two two
Memories
Don't live
Like people do
They always remember you
Like I remember you
Wishing you was right here
In everything I do
Not a day goes by
That
got my mic I got my goones and my Glock cause that’s my right to set up shop
I got my mic
I got my goones and my Glock
Cause that’s my right to live
Ayo, this song is dedicated to all the happy people
All the happy people who have real nice lives
And have no idea what it's like to be broke
fuckin broads in nail shops
Hydro? got more bags than bellhops
Two thousand benz on my eight by ten picture
Papichu', slayin crews in icu
Battlin, usin
stunts, and drinkin' brew
For the criminal acts done by criminal crews
(2X) ‘Father forgive them for they know not what they do'
For disregarding what is
up]
Give it up we want to live it up [give it up]
Give it up for the most slept on since pepto bis when
time warner let go prince
Ridin by betta get yo
the Loot Pack crew
Funky like Con-Funk-Shun, more style than Stylistics
I got mo' beats than Magic's got assists so
Raise up off me, or get snatched by
the Loot Pack crew
Funky like Con-Funk-Shun, more style than Stylistics
I got mo' beats than Magic's got assists so
Raise up off me, or get snatched by
Yeah, Tha Alkaholiks
Ay J, I got a crew
They called the Loot Pack
And they can get crazy fresh y'all, crazy fresh y'all
My man Jack is about
I'm wondering where the day went
The clouds had me shrouded and grey but
I'm still out pounding the pavement but
Drowning the hurt by pounding
Rounds
Choppin' a bitch my crew hit then they slide
Know I live by the trap and the rules I abide
I won’t touch on a thot keep my girl by my side
If you
Cause it's like that, only way I know
How to play it, I'm all ready
Wanted by a triple murder by the Feds
So I'ma get me a brick, break it down to all
in a foreign whip
Icey wrist
They talk about the live that we live
Who that is?
Mr make a hundred mill for my kids
Spend 10 percent, invest the rest
Muze to the Sikk spilt spoilers repeatedly
Ya
MF you and ya crew
Little wack acts fronting like the 2 Live Crew
You too dead to be alive
Outside ya
a mule
to put my kids through school
Live by my number one rule, got to support my crew
I’ve got nothin’ to lose, divin’ head first in the pool
I’ll be
Boy and the crew I know they gonna ride
The most is two niggas with me when I slide
So what that mean? Three niggas ridin with that iron
Three niggas
wildin' like insane asylum on Rikers Island
Verbal assassin, I murder freestylin'
One two for the gun crew, three drinking Cristal n
I play the side cause
ya together
Organize ya bones and organs by the letters
Know that you can't do no better
Than the 2G's
Yeah that's forever
Come through lay
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
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