Lyrics:
me wit' no other by the flow, motherfucker
Dedicated to all of those with big egos
Never fakin', we get the dough and live legal
Haters hate this,
feelin like the best, nobody fuckin with us
We done turned to a bygone don crew
We got the semi Kimora like Djimon Hounsou
A lifetime criminal, live by
I put that on Gabana every rhyme I done spitted
One two, one two, your whole crew I dismantle
Rock fly gear and stay clear of sex scandals
With
I don't even think I can get high no more I be off too much, be off too much drugs
I don't even think I can get by no more So just fill my cup, just
to do."
(Verse 1)
Like sand through the hourglass
So are the days of our lives
And for that lie, only we thrive
Awakenings, as we make the dead come
down in the sea
At a ripe old age lightning struck from the sky
And split Albert's vessel in two
One hundred men fled for their lives
On rafts
belt
You a simple minded creature, playin in the rain
Or a Mediocre wrestler strugglin to entertain
Ignorance is bliss, live by the code name
Shoot
You bully bro? You wanna harm me?
I got my crew by my side, it's army
Words are weapons, I gotta let my bars speak
One little, two little, three
that said, you're half dead. Not that much improvement
Coming to you. And you deserve a life
I'd like to see you live it
But if it's more perilous by
be like me, He'll never be like me
Cause I'm a P-IM-P
I got 1 Up on you, So bitch fuck your crew
I got the flower power, Fire ball
Bust you in two
I
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
I changed
I can only worry and think about how time changed
I can only go and live life by my wild ways
Woah, my crew laughing to bank as always
Yeah
the shit's never end
You can't touch my riches
Even if you had MC Hammer
And them 357 bitches
Biggie Smalls, the millionaire, the mansion
The yacht
The two
to the suites, anywhere we can meet
Then live on to Compton, Slausen swap meet
Worldwide, get swept away by the tide
By G's, and B.G's, O.G's, its time to ride
Or as many times as you like
Hey, it's your time
Track two: where are we from
Of course, one might lean on the factual
The womb, from whence we once came
But
dissin' a
Unofficial that smoke Woolie Thai
I dropped out of Cooley High, gassed up by a cokehead cutie pie
Jungle survivor, fuck who's the live-r
My
and look where we at
the bottom, simple as that
I'm bringing it back to the fore-front
like Luke in the 2 Live Crew days
he's the one that's got these mami's
Thirty two shots to split ya!
It's all about the cash when I'm fuckin' wit' ya!
John could make ya richer!
Fuck the Prince of Bel-Air!
I'm
on the mic live as can be what's good y'all I'm The ZYG.
(Chorus)
Kid Creole was the first to say yes yes y'all. In the days before Curtis blow was fresh
This is the story of Joey
Who live next to Chloe
Who live down the street by the homies
Joey sold Crack and got caught by the police
His bail 10k
[Mr.Cheeks ]
Yo we come through like bulls nigga take two puffs and pass
Nigga watch your back once you talk out your ass
I back up 3 80 and my
Before we break you and ya lame crew
Give an inch and these chumps take two
That’s why we bust the 1, 2, 1, 2
Trust that we’ll meet up soon
You know aint
We sweepin' shit with a broom, we the clean up, crew
It's hitters for hire, lil bit
Yeah, we sweepin' shit with a broom, we the clean up, crew
I came
represent to keep it live
Testin' 1-2-3 I flows rhymes wicked Jamal represent to keep it live (x2)
Verse 1:
Back in the day where I'm from in the slum it was
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