Lyrics:
saturday
What a tragedy flowers for the family
Powder in my nap sack
Running through the projects
Tryna get a stack back
I got my SK bout to get my MAC back
and squeeze
Critics expecting me to underachieve
I just deal with the hate I receive
By rolling back my sleeves
Sure was a breeze, I bring him right to his
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
call it quits (go on then, go on)
We ain't watchin' no Screwface, dem man are two-faced
Definitely ain't with the shits (greaze)
And my SK's fresher
don't post my charts
I see all the love and i see the facade
Glowhouseuk showing 'em class
DK, Grovers got in my heart
Businesses i support from
out da jungle, neck 2 neck with da wolves
Catch ah opp, ima scope, now watch me flex with dis tool
She didnt want me, i was broke now on my d***k when
out da jungle, neck 2 neck with da wolves
Catch ah opp, ima scope, now watch me flex with dis tool
She didnt want me, i was broke now on my d***k when
and pull out my two shot derringer
Cause yes, Heather be comes classier
Cause Heather be , Jamal-Ski, and KRS the trainer
makes up the dope crew
my pocket
Yo heard, with my head I cock it, and rock it like that brother in colors
'Cause I want y'all to live, my crew is 2 Live, we sneakin'
saturday
What a tragedy flowers for the family
Powder in my nap sack
Running through the projects
Tryna get a stack back
I got my SK bout to get my MAC back
floor (No)
Better believe it's not on my sleeve
We don't wear hearts on the dance floor
We slide
Call up the crew let's slide (Call 'em up)
What we gone
Why would you test this?
Mex out of Tex with 7 s-k-s's partna
[Chorus: x2]
They call me Rasheed
I smoke the bomb weed
I came up off my feet
Get marked on your chest like an X-men
Get two sauced
So screw off
I'm the beast without the blue balls
And I will feast on your crew
If they wanna beef
never die, ah!
My crew standing by my side
Pass the joint we getting high
In this life you live or die
So you gotta go outside
Go and catch some good
Two by two
Comin in two by two
Never been around no guys like us, it says a lot about you
Two by two
Fuck with my two live crew
Tell me everything
is
Her specialty, after all hands come up
One by one "Oh my god, Rihmeek, "
Nicki groans exaggeratedly, invoking Meek's
Middle name for effect "Every
from 1-2-5, my whole crew live
A true Desperado, one that never choose sides
And shows sympathy, just QB, an entity
Stock exchange, top of the game
Watch
Advocated by the few who do live it
Bloomberg, make a nigga cop the Mossberg
Shorty ain't a shorty, he a Shooter like Wahlberg
Old man told me, don't be,
Aiyo, this is big Nas
I wanna give a shout-out to my man Premo, you know?
From Gang Starr, no doubt
Lil' Dap, Jeru, Melachi, the whole crew
and the feds
Stepped out of Westwood, way out of the side
On the other side of town, somewhere I can hide
I done threw my life away, hunted by them by pigs
cause I can show ya
Why is my shit so funky it stanks?
Pee Wee, Shorty B, and Ant Banks
You outta pocket trying to hang with my crew
You might of just
chives
I'm gone come through, watch that boy, gots to go live
Yes I'm going off, cause I gots to go man
Watch I come through
Watch I throw the West with my
chives
I'm gone come through, watch that boy, gots to go live
Yes I'm going off, cause I gots to go man
Watch I come through
Watch I throw the West with my
niggas in real life
Say what u want on the socials
Live in the flesh better bacc that chat
Couple of … members got wacced
1 … in my pacc
More then 3+ on my
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