Lyrics:
Me and the crew we get live only day ones stay true to this side
Gang ain't never gon' fold, niggas be snakes, but move in disguise
And I know who
one.
[Verse 2]
Blastmaster KRS-One of course
Comes to express with style the lost
Ways of rhyming, old and new, past and present
Knock, knock, who
my heat first, he pull out his heat last
Now who the fuck you think is livin' to this day?
I'm tryin' to tell these young niggas crime don't pay
They
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
Live by the gun die by the same shit you bust
Fly bitches with waves from DC to Cali
Rally and tally up my dough
For the grand finale
Grapevines
Sounds of Universal
Love my crew will hurt you
We do eternal and MC² is the newer circle
We done jumped over obstacles only few can hurdle
Pull ya
you knew I was goin' to bust a move (brr)
I'm drippin' mud on my shoes, yeah, I got slatts by the twos
Put Chanel and Jimmy Choos, I don't play by
Yessuh
Wavy
Always keep it wonderful
Always keep it splendid
You know how we do it
Let's get it
Who you heard run it like Wave?
Who out here doin
ain't about who straight, who real, who fake, and who gay
It's about who pray
[Verse Two: Cee-Lo]
You can clock my consistent and endless
Efforts up
Who really bout that, you'll see when the smoke clears
'Cause we really out here! (We really out here!)
We really out here! (We really out here!)
We
draggin bags of bones
Slit my own wrists, and bleedin out microphones
Consider me the MC who lives forever
Rainin hemlock on niggaz, yes, the God
Meanwhile, she out, doin' the same thing now
Nightmares from your dream gal make ya scream out
Some people really (still dreamin')
Some people really
never die, ah!
My crew standing by my side
Pass the joint we getting high
In this life you live or die
So you gotta go outside
Go and catch some good
buy, won't stand by
And let a nigga do his dues
Fuck these hoes, get this bread, rep the crew, the
[Chorus - repeat 2x]
R - realest niggas puttin it
of weed
Landin' on land that's overseas
In them S.U.V.'s and we polly for more g's
Who that sphinx in a mint jump suit, don't make me fling you
My two
the hook
The see stands for Cool Breeze who's known as the champ
Freddy Calhoun, the coolest cutta at camp
Ay, my one's and my two's got your whole town
on UPN 9 and WB
Who 'Yes Massa' on TV
What ever happened to Wheezy? The Redd Foxx's?
Never got Emmy's but were real to me
Let's hear it, two for
mad, me and the crew they sad
We live by code who is you Look like a hatin ass nigga boy you spooked
We making moves got you shook oh boy they mad
We
fam
Likwit Crew is in this bitch and we, tram
Guess who's back? It's Tha Alkaholiks
We're back, buk, buk, by popular demand
Guess who's back? It's Tha
Yeah
The Fat Gangsta
Here comes the nigga from the East
Who just been crowned for most hated by police
The public enemy rapper at large
to be the conscious MC
But next year, who knows what we'll see?
Ha-Ha, these are our heroes
The crew doin' they thing out
There reppin' us hard
Big up
he doin' well
Honestly, I thought Bill was gon' die in jail (I did)
Who the fuck be listenin' to Tyler, The Creator music (who?)
That's what DJ
to wreck the crew
we be havin mad fun
Niggas known me from day one
lifestyles of the rich and shameless
Violat'in they were even nameless
Verse 2
If I could stick my hand in my heart
Spill it all over the stage
Would it satisfy you
Would it slide on by you
Would you think the boy is strange
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