Lyrics:
cause I got nothing to loose
I just live my life can give a fuck about the rules
All this paper on me and a lot of it is blue
I said who the fuck is you
any click that's winnin' any crew
Doin' whatever's trendy, even they leave me too
Ain't enough room in this town
What is beef between ghetto word
any click that's winnin' any crew
Doin' whatever's trendy, even they leave me too
Ain't enough room in this town
What is beef between ghetto word
with Strangers
Sippin' Caribou Lou
Spilling the sickest shit ever I tell 'em but who woulda knew it?
I'm one of two in the crew, with a knife in my
ain't to be held, who could hold me?
Hoes try to console me, rec' exec's want to own me
Damned if I die slowly, drugged out broke and lonely
Like so
Fire Crew
Oi who's that More Fire Crew
Oi who's that More Fire Crew
Say what you wanna say
Do what you do now
Like uh oh we're that More Fire Crew
Uh oh
that I speak
Shhhh
Hear the coquis when I sleep, Yea
You can find me by the beach, Uh
Musubis two of each
I don't do the teriyaki
Maybe you not me
what to say, I was hangin' by a string
She said, "Hey, you two, I was once like you, and I liked to do the wild thing"
Wild thing
She loved to do
what to say, I was hangin' by a string
She said, "Hey, you two, I was once like you, and I liked to do the wild thing"
Wild thing
She loved to do
to stay
My crew I'm believing so fuck it anyway
I got my mob from the Rule, that live by the cruel
And my crew from Courtland Ave. always say they'll set
my pocket
Yo heard, with my head I cock it, and rock it like that brother in colors
'Cause I want y'all to live, my crew is 2 Live, we sneakin'
the streets, a young runaway, live for today
When he died, I could hear him say (Thug Life, baby!)
Time goes by, puffin' on lye
Hopin' that it gets me high
2 do you just focus ona bag & do what you gotta do.. I'm doin me so you need 2 do you just focus ona bag & do what you gotta do.. Get it how you live
you'll lose!
Here comes two big pioneers, rolex watches
Cars by the pairs, in stock we got shares
EPMD "that's right!"
Legendary, hardcore b-boy is
crew at? Now where my crew at?
My crew at? Uh
Why you talkin' like you know me?
Nah, who that? Call me "Homie"
We ain't homies nah, who that? Remember
since I was 5'8
5'6 to 5'2 the 40 divide you
According to Sky Blue
Now he repping that Piru shorty is Pi too
He don't want it with my crew
You ain't' got
down the street where BIG got shot
I hunt you
And the very next day where Pac met his fate
It's how we live our life, surrounded by Che
Pause
Where
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
hang it up
Go somewhere and hang up some 50 posters, PUNK
You speak too late, y'all prolly gon' go up to them awards
and get yo' ass whooped by B2K
I
don't care who walkin' by
Gotta watch out for the ops, I keep my eyes wide
Don't care nothin' bout these people, but for you I feel obliged
I come to you
stunts, and drinkin' brew
For the criminal acts done by criminal crews
(2X) ‘Father forgive them for they know not what they do'
For disregarding what is
Wasn't doing shit anyway
Might as well bring your ass here to my place
I got some drink if you want some
Girl, we live and we on one
Two on, yeah, we
on the waist like a suplex
Everybody's asking they wanna know who's next
Like I'm getting servered at bar by suzette
Mean & clean when I fling on the crew neck
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
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