Lyrics:
the six someone gets shot, ain't nothing new
Don't test my G man I'ma come circle your block with my crew
Ain't gon' hesi' I know three you know I'ma shoot
down, bust down
Bust down, bust down that lil' pussy (ooh)
Only if they knew, I drip 'bout the crew
I drip by these fools, I do what I do
Nike,
WE SLcY
By: John Destacamento
cll day, no play, we slay, get pay
cll day, no play, we slay, get pay
Verse 1:
Hanging out at the coffee shop
Got
jacket
As I rock the mic stand
Calls from the phone box
Meet by the shops
No one talked about getting shot
We thought vinyl cost a lot
At three pound
and round again
Shutdown man a get fined in the street by the cops now, masked up gloved up
looking like a robbery going to the shop now
every single
Uh-huh uh huh uh
Gee-gee-geyeah
Baby, watching, streets
Uh-huh uh huh uh
Live from Brooklyn
Uh-huh uh
The streets is watching
Check it, check
thing"
[Part Two: Candidate]
I'll make you a deal, like any other candidate
We'll pretend we're walking home 'cause your future's at stake
My set
Uh-huh uh huh uh
Gee-gee-geyeah
Baby, watching, streets
Uh-huh uh huh uh
Live from Brooklyn
Uh-huh uh
The streets is watching
Check it, check
hardened criminals know the average Joe's miserable woe
Though they both live by different codes
Niggas don't know how I developed such a difficult flow
When you come to down me playa please don't miss
'cause that don't do nothin' but get my trigga finga pissed
If I live I live, if I die it's cool
'cause
a drink or two
I pay attention, I can listen too, you say he fucking who?
Fresh out the shower, let me smell your hair
Garnier Fructis got my knees weak,
the blocks I'm on
And everybody want to know where the kid go? Where he rest at?
Where he shop at and dress at?
Know he got dough, where does he live? Is he
the market's
Swiftly move to mark it show the world W.H.O the mark is
I'm similar to where started
I mean Ive got a Woo hand
First reports it's not spread by
Gone for two weeks
But then it seems like eternity
I must admit Amsterdam is the shit
Got the bomb at the coffee shop
Keep us niggas lit.
Came
planned to do
She said son, are you coming by?
And I said well mom, you know I'd be pressed for time but
I'll phone you in a week or two
I was driving
Outta state strips would have to be basic
98 percent shit they could fiend brain shit face it
X1 no doubt I'm way sick
I need weed spots at least 2
and jacuzzis
We turn up and get loopy
I have fun somebody sue
2 am
Barely feel it
At 3 am
I was tweakin
By 4 am
No weakness
By 5 am
I was peakin
Like
Fucked up
on the weekends
Only text back when ya creepin'
I ain't a fool
This game is for 2
We had the time of our lives
Not counting the minutes
Or hours
Rose petals die
nothing to loose.
I just popped a pill, and it was blue
30 milligrams, I took two
Bad bitch I fuck them all the time by the two
And you know I'm always
Intro
The number one set and sound...live! Ghetto Music. Produced by
KRS One.
Widdy bye bye bye bye bye bye bye
Widdy bye bye bye bye
out and use gun like shield
The crew is worldwide, to think we started from the Hill
Beware, of quiet niggaz layin in the cut (for what?)
No respect for the boys in blue
No red light see the pilot cruise
Live in the cabin that's the pilot crew
Look like a snack that's pilot food
The way
Insane Clown Posse!
ICP! About to take you way back! Way back that is, to vernor!
Posse, Yeah!
Me and Shaggy 2 Dope
In the home away from home
In
haters like protons
Art of conversation rapping to my destination
I don’t see no expiration pass it to next generation
Live by them then you die by them
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