Lyrics:
can't describe the vibe they need to experience it live
All black coupes but interior is slime
Your whack crew is just inferior to mine
Ain't no hitter in
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
on my mind
I just need you here
Is that such a crime
Imma go and live life
Imma keep you close
Right by my side
When it come to you
I don't check
[2Pac] Live in this muthafucker, Thug Pound Biotch
Kurupt, Daz, Makaveli, Idi, Kastro, Hussein
You know bitch the whole muthafuckin' clique.
We
the rich
Five, only strong will survive
Four, 'cause we live by the sword
Three, plus sixty degrees
Two, for the black and the blue
One, for the sun,
the trunk
Plus the tape on your cassette
I'm from the crew called Jurassic
Stretch like elastic
Live and on plastic
Step and get that ass kicked
looking hella panicked
Cause my bars are volcanic
All you do is take Xanax
Just to ease the pain
Wait, what pain you live in vain
Just smoking to pass
[Intro]
One, two, Bone is coming for you
Three, four, better lock the doors
Five, six, better load your clips
Seven, eight, we're gonna test your
Yeah
I Wake Up, Get Fly
Take Pictures? Hell Nah
My crew, 2 Live
Cooking, stir fry
I wake up, too fly
Hotter than July
Wanna kick it, Muay Thai
yo (jump) yo (jump)
(first family) for the two (oh) oh (oh)
Follow instructions! crews, listen!
Who, is it? move (bounce!)
First family move
is bright
Blind gain sight when I guide by the light
Everybody trying to have the time of their life
They live for the day then die by the night
One
able to control this?
I know some fok' that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard the explosions
Same shit happened back in Hurricane
[2Pac] Live in this muthafucker, Thug Pound Biotch
Kurupt, Daz, Makaveli, Idi, Kastro, Hussein
You know bitch the whole muthafuckin' clique.
We
don't want to fuckk with my partners
Motion, commotion, what's your proposal
Uphold two-fold, the crew is disposal
Like utensil, false idental
I
don't want to fuckk with my partners
Motion, commotion, what's your proposal
Uphold two-fold, the crew is disposal
Like utensil, false idental
I
fucking limits
Shout out to Uncle Luke
Shout out my bitches too
We the 2 Live Crew
Two for me, two for you (woo)
Feed them bitches carrots
Fuck 'em
stop
I'm Biz Markie with the funky sound
And right about now, here's the countdown
One.. two.. one, two, three
[Chorus]
Yo be take it from
Damn Hype
One and um
And two and um
Every Friday night we like to cool at the jams
And if the MC ain't workin, I smack the mic out his hands
If the beat
echoed through the crowd
Six punks hit, two punks died
All causalities was applied to their side
Human lives has to pass just for talking much trash
We
a year to two years actually. By the
time you lot are listening to this, which is February, I mean as we know Can I Play With Madness was
released the 2
with it i got it im shinning
Vs 2
Bare so much pain in my heart but that W still in my site i since by my dupness some somewhere in the shadows waiting
without trusting
Yea too much hate when ya crew hot, too much love get you 2Pac'd
Too much bread over here get you stalked by the feds
The IRS and a few
Bitches and thugs, spit game and throw slugs
It's the Ruler, live by, take it in blood
Cuz it's the J to the A to the death nigga what
Don't get it fucked
the bottles
Purpose for the bottle, we on battles
A sip of the bottle, boning blows like pablow
Gets waste by night, SMS with bitches, bad
Girls and whores
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