Lyrics:
dead
He goes by many names, but the end result is the same
But the liquor store is the same game
Who sold them booze to the Whos in Whoville?
You give
and he needs a home as well
Them man just lost a phone as well, that's another rack to Broski's girl
You know the crew's fire, amount of sticks I lost I
so them b*****
Better come with two plus
My balls big cause God
Gave me two Spaldin's
For two nuts and she loving
The crew like the weekend
Cause she
you, one for you
A few for your crew, and this one's for you
One for you, but this here is my brew
It's the beer drinkin', breath stinkin'
Headed straight for the dream like alley-oop to Shaq
Got the liquor in the back
The money in the bank
Two top twins call it Ash plus Cate
Now I'm on my way
a master plan
Open up shop
And be a master in
Everything you do
Be firm when you stand
You don't need a crew
Cause they'll probably call the man.
Boy I
over you
Live from a crater it was a booth
Woah, coming live from the dark side
Drive bys we don't park rides
Cut ties where a snake lies
If you be
run by the hat shop, silently run by the weightlifting champion of 1958, silently run by the scientists, silently run by the wealth fund, silently run
with my crew
You knows this much and this much is true
I watches Weakest Link on BBC2
I chills with the birds from the council estates
I goes down there
the mainstream?
Meek Mill leans forward into the
Glow of his computer screen
His expression unreadable behind a
Pair of gold sunglasses
It's April, well after two
Merky-ky-ky-ky
Like
My bruddas don't dab, we just Vossi bop
I tell your girl to link me at the coffee shop
Gettin' freaky in the sheets, we're
flows wit two by fo's wit sand paper
Now what is a MC if he can't flow
Up next is E-Swift and my name is J-Ro
We don't give a fuck if you down wit
work at this coffee shop)
I'm living out this writing trope (let's live out a trope)
Who knows what we'll get up to?
While we walk this slippery slope
We
how I feel,
You started out with two, same as my crew,
And now you went out and found yourself another busta,
Made it even harder, to make the change
its a live
And look out for perception coming soon
2’s up
The great Howard Hughes
On the one's, and the two's
Big up Eddie, Ebony Sound Crew
Barry, TKO crew
Cleveland, Cosmic Crash Crew
Kish and Get Loose Crew
crew
What we want is new melodic
Vacations in the tropics
Mix it right my gin and tonic
Shop to drop all the Prada
What we want is new melodic
it's fukin' great
get a copy off Two Hats and give it to your mate
it's the way the GLC likes to function, clart
not by sellin it in them fukin' pop
name is, man we got a real crew, we got
Motherfuckers over here rapping for real, eat pussy on records and
Shit, that shit ain't what's happening, we
Hell naw, I got ta strike
If I want to live tight
Plus ah..we takin over..this whole town
And if you happen to bump into me or my crew nigga bown down
How we come up
By pulling up
Promise we gon' live it up
This for my ballers world-wide, state
To state,
City
To city,
We on the rise
Turn my music high
the dough
The lifestyle I live is untouchable
So we clutch a few, guns that'll touch your crew
'Cause we learned to do what the hustlers do
Different ways
OPS
RECONN
S-2
PALCONS
PACKED FULL OF
TACTFUL
EQUIPMENT
FOR BATTALIONS
CHOW TIME
WHEN ITS CREW SERVE-
TACTICAL
THE MANEUVERS
INFANTRY
WE GOT
Yuhh
Woo
Glrrt pow
A10
A10
A10
A10
A10
You know the f**cking Vibes n***a
Long Live Pop Smoke n***a
Me my n****s don't lack
Send two shots to ya back
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