Lyrics:
Of Cali-for-nia, Sactown to L.A.
The homie Aidge, Indy 1, Spare Time on display
We making music even though we don't live close by
Phone calls, emails, long texts,
STRAIGHT GANGSTA!
[Chorus]
Chorus X2
[Bridge]
What would you do if you could
Get with my crew, baby
What would you do if you could down with the dog pound
badgering emcees with my dialect
When I inject memory cell motors retrospect
To recollect; too genuine skills I resurrect
Directed live from the 2-1-2
are his workmanship, created in Mashiach Yahusha unto good works, which Elohiym has before ordained that we should walk in them." (EPH'SIYM 2:8-10)
I
No man should live life dreamin’ without execution
Excellence invades souls to do this
Hard work, should not elude us
Instead become congruent
brought the funk for
The love, and for the party people to get drunk to,
Since back in the day we've been the major crew,
When I step on the stage it's like
hardened
He said This House I Shall Live
So right there my sins have been pardoned
It's mercy
Because we're sinners saved by grace
If not, smell it like
With the muthafuckin BM drop, 325
By the way, me and my crew, we real live
Get absurd and hit a nigga with the bloody birds
Niggas can't fuck around
What about the crew? Won't they know there's a corpse aboard?
"Bloody good question"
"Good point"
"I forgot what I said"
We could say that it's
What about the crew? Won't they know there's a corpse aboard?
"Bloody good question"
"Good point"
"I forgot what I said"
We could say that it's
KRS One is just the guy to lead a crew
Right up to your face and dis you
Everyone saw me on the last album cover
Holding a pistol
Something far
and ate out
Prostitute turned bitch, I got the gauge out
96 ways I made out, Montana way
The Good-F-E-L-L-A, verbal AK spray
Dipped attache, jumped out
fuck by choice but fight when we can
I'm good with the mic, but I'm nice with my hands
I ain't for bangin, unless the ass hangin
My last name ain't
us in or we gone burn it down
I've been trying to reach you preacher
I need forgiveness, I've been sinning in that sleek two-seater
Pick any clinic,
while we live and we learn then you know what it is
To only build a bigger future for the kids
In peace, in war, let's take it to the floor
Every
badgering emcees with my dialect
When I inject memory cell motors retrospect
To recollect; too genuine skills I resurrect
Directed live from the 2-1-2
One for the money, yes sir, two for the show
A couple of years ago on Headland and Delowe
Was the start of something good
Where me and my nigga rode
some times when the ice will break
There’Ll be some time when the world will shake
We live our lives by the path we take
Take the leap with the choice
uh
Remember back when things looked grim
I spent a lot of time and money on whims
I remember the crew, remember the good times
Remember the orange
homies felons I’m just,tryna give em decent jobs
Show em real money help em, Start a 529
Set our kids up so they can live a life we never knew
All it takes
nature; you got to go
The way you wanna stay true to yourself
And on behalf; you gotta live your life
You gotta do what you want
Ain't no stopping
Ain't no
Then I'ma cut your grass like I got the machete
Head steady, head steady, the crew good like Freddie
Get bun 'cause the Guru's the One just like
metal
So let the dust settle
Was already bad enough
Y’all getting bodied
By a man with the Midas touch
‘Cause I’m just to slick
The crew sick
Ima spit so
you leave me baby, cause I be split in two
I'm cookin' all these nitaps, I feel like Uncle Drew
Don't you fucking test me, or my fucking crew
You give
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