Lyrics:
RAW!
Round two the rhyme regulator here to roast ya
As ya follow this to - I gave a toast to ya crew.
See, they popped on ya like a kernel,
You didn't
Deadly kid.. yo!
"C'mon!" "One two!"
"The numba one set and sound" -> [BDP]
"Meth-Tical" -> [Method]
"Pete Rock, this one's for the crew" -> [CL Smooth]
brain just like acid raindrops
Mary Jane is the only thing that makes the pain stop
I let the music take over my soul, body and mind
To kick back,
grew up listening to Guwop
He would live past 3 shots 2 shots
They be Burning buildings down for a new lot
Murder children on the street by the new
(Steve: I don't know Woody.
Are you sure you've got this think hooked up right?
Woody: Listen man, music is my life.
Steve: Alright. Two, three,
deserve to be a player
Don't make me have to call your name out
Your crew is featherweight, my gunshots'll make you levitate
I'm only nineteen but my
a Mac-10
And rather live the life of crime
With my Bed-Stuy connection connected in two
It's liable to start shit too wild for you
Peace to, Baisley, Forty-P
This that gelato
Roll it up and smoke it up
Wrap it up with the fronto
Mega plus huge J's nigga that's colossal
Big smoke but joke nigga pass
things
Boy you know we don't stop
Pay attention as the crew sails
Coming with the change something like the retail
And we don't fail to make a big tale
figures
Said a Brinks is coming through, at Fashion Avenue
At Tuesday at two, now we gotta form a crew
Of motherfuckers, who ain't going out like suckers
you know the irony of life is that you have like
this big dream to get where you want to be
but once you get there you start to dream about where
leathers, hunded pound snakes and cakes
fiends found in lakes, jeolously jakes we shake
what i strive for is what i live for
infatuated by material things
and get outlined in chalk by the devil
I rep the borough that mothered this rap shit
I used to clap shit
Now I just lay back and mack on some mack shit
I
right)
Yeah
And and this one is goin out to my man 2Pacalypse
Cause we been all around the world
And it's still the same song
(Do my thing)
on the game
I suppose what you're spittin' is flames, cowards
Knew your crew was vaginal, I could smell the dooch powder
Summer's Eve, I drop degrees chill
is, "Hykeem broke"
And head to the ground when I walk in school
Goin' through the motions, mad impulsive
Granny, I won't abide by the rules
I shall
they quit on the spot
Whole crew at the top now
Three, bet I will fight to the
Death, mixing it up, come through
Let's rock now
One, two, three, cut it,
Moe]
I'm gonna bring young G in on this mic
His name is Yungstar
You know that he's rolling tight
I'm gonna bring him in and I'm coming down
I'm coming
Moe]
I'm gonna bring young G in on this mic
His name is Yungstar
You know that he's rolling tight
I'm gonna bring him in and I'm coming down
I'm coming
DELIVERED BY c MEMBER OF THE YOUNG CREW:
MEMORcBLE LINES: (1) ”The ghetto is real son, filled with nothing but guns, drugs and buns; (2) Never seen a little
The more time goes by, the more life happens
And we gotta be men, we got responsibilities
Plus we don't say how we feel, and I feel like this is what got
the prize You may not realize that I'm him
But you will
Ah, look at the prizes, uh Two-seaters, crew G'd up, 750 milliliters
New watches, crews watching Huge
the club, but can we brag now? Now Black lives just had to die to get a flag down And my rap is up the map in southside Atlanta Was just a cell ? 50 years
or no size
See me, I graduated these streets in 05
Still live and die by these rules, you know why?
This ain't nothin' new, this ain't nothin' new
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