Lyrics:
by the name of 2Pacalypse (uh)
The 707, my roost go hella far back to Floyd Terrace (yeah)
I pull a forty out of my ballcap
And then I flush it
by the name of 2Pacalypse (uh)
The 707, my roost go hella far back to Floyd Terrace (yeah)
I pull a forty out of my ballcap
And then I flush it
twenty-five cents boys and girls
This is the Code of the West
My Saturday heroes put life to the test
The way to judge wrong
And tell right from the rest
By
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
pies, ten cars, five drives, ten bars, fi-fi
That's fifty-five thou, sha-na-na, bye bye
My fittings touched tailored, joined by Chuck Taylors
On some Dundee shit representin' the outback
(Yo, we do it like this) All the way live from
2-1-5
(You witnessin' the fifth dynasty family click) All
better than great, heh heh
Uh in fact, I might just be top five
All-time, or at least top ten, well
Maybe nine minus five, divided by two
Minus the amount
then I fuck on my side piece
Stay by myself, cuz these niggas be slimy
We gon' fold his ass, no origami
I give her the test, like Johnny
She give me
Better duck, when we slide
Spill my cup, long live the guys
Had to stop giving out my trust cuz people'll catch you by surprise
How the fuck y'all
to kill
Instincts grimey, never scared of them
They can't test d.o.v.m.a.n
Grand Town champion, Grenadian
Born and raised to win I’m skilled to kill
Daz we about to fry niggas like fries
And separate them by five's and light up the skies
Crip that D P, Kurupt
Dippin' and I'm out, put a dick in
straight and get ya cake right
Let us smoke and test ya weight
Before you take it to the plate
Rock it down, stuff the shit in five-eighths
Early and not
time
Yeah I'm the set
Yeah I'm the set
Yeah
One two
We go on a date and
Three four
We going in for more so
By five six
Seems we are dating am I right
but stuck
Nowhere to duck, pull his file, niggas die
By getting blasted, how drastic
They got the nerve to ask me why I do the things I do
I got
stuck
Nowhere to duck, pull his file, n****z die
By gettin' blasted, how drastic
They got the nerve to ask me why I do the things I do
I got
the homies as I breeze by
I'm on cloud 9 and I ain't even high
Told my shawty I'll be back and I ain't even lie
Them V-V-S's be the best money can buy
I
tryin' to test me kinda bugs me
I leave crews fed up, like handicap niggas tryin' to get up
Emcees get wet up with lyrical gun pellets,
I blow up the spot
bitches
Newark, New Jersey's on the map, comprende?
An' confrontations start from the blunts an' the Reme
An' if any MC out there wanna test
Call my
4. Lion King morning time score, bird song, dog barking, snoring,
5. Sound professor from Cornell struggling with recording, bird song recorded by
time dope game cocaine.." > Scarface
"Boy don't test me I'm gettin tired of teachin lessons.." > Scarface
[Lil' Troy]
Lil' Troy
V6 jump a so penis jump inna she
Thief with gun so the meals will come fi we eat
Watchya take a lead me a take a lead
Chorus:
Man a get rich, must
daylight
Niggas way off in the game but don't play right
Motherfuckers wanna really check the temperature
Pop pop get rocked two shot deranger
4 5 all day
niggas in a super traps
Man we gotta get it, have it by Sunday
If it ain't by Sunday
We gon' get it Monday
If it ain't by Tuesday
Then it's fucking
We goin' platinum, nigga
We goin' platinum
Yeah, you got the Live Squad in this motherfucker
We got my nigga Treach from Naughty by Nature in this
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