Lyrics:
the motherfuckin Wu! (Stand for it right now)
Two thousand and two!
You know how we do!
For you and your crew!
Representin the motherfuckin Wu!
Ayo catch me
I saw it coming, I was aware from earlier
This crew's watching me, they all envy
It's cool, keep watching me i will burn ya
I'm just tryna live but
crew
With my crew
With my motherfucking crew
With my crew
Who is you
Unknown face
And they acting bullet proof
Might hit a lick
And split it wit
dayz
Yeah yeah
Playing they be playing
I ain't playing no games
We gone be alright
We gone be all fine
I just wanna ride
Team all by my side
To many
nigga
Long live us I ain't even going to lie
Long live pain I ain't even going to cry
I just hold it down for who on the other side ah ah
Thats Rated Fly
hit
But I'm Lit!
Get the f*ck up out my space
Cus I'm laced,
cnd I got them blockers on my face
(Repeat 1x)
Lala verse 2
I'm asking who you
They say I'm lonely…
Nah I call it solitude
Now I'm right here without a crew
And I'm still making solid moves
Most can't separate the two
They say
the block
Two times for the boys thats bubblin’ rock
Three times for my borhters who reachin’ the wealth
Four times for the G’s including myself
Thinking back
Back up, back up, back up, back up
Back up, back up, back up, back up ease off
This goes out to all area crew (yes, yes, yes)
This to my BK crew
the money takes us
Muthaf-cking fools, like the first of f-cking April
I aint never been a p-ssy, have you ever been in p-ssy
Thats so muthaf-cking good, feel
this?
Cause now you bump heads with kids that's lifeless
I live by the day only if I survive
The last night, damn right, I ain't tryin' to fight
We can
in your du-rag too son?
Nigga, you're a kool-aid dude
Plus your bitch might lick it
Wonder who let you come to 12
With your doo-doo crew, son, fuck
in your du-rag too son?
Nigga, you're a kool-aid dude
Plus your bitch might lick it
Wonder who let you come to 12
With your doo-doo crew, son, fuck
for clappin', with one hand
Talent's on my roster this mobster'll dump land
Send a gangsta to sleep two by two like bunk beds
Never leave the crib
slang I use
breakin' down mics
and destroyin' crews.
1-2-1-2 unhh............ 1-2-1-2 mic check 1-2-1-2
1-2-1-2 unhh............ 1-2-1-2 mic
laugh again when they don't understand what I mean, bias
Everybody seen by us
Everybody wanna live a life like this
Man fuck that, do what's good for
ghostly
Rush me, 'cause you ain't gonna live to roast me
I'll have my motherfuckin' ass kicked by Moby
If I let some bitch in the can like 'Bis cop over
one degree
Surrounded by niggas who did first degree
And the other ones that never got they first degree, sheesh
Lucky me (nigga), yeah, I done
called Phase 2
And let me tell ya something we're a hell of a crew
Once a week we're on the street
Just a-cutting the jams and making it freak
For you
respect, so everybody salute
And by the way Backspin, is my attribute
You may or may not, know who I am
But frankly my dear.. I don't give a damn!
You
Go crazy, go crazy, keep it cool with the f-cking dream crew baby, yeah
What’s coming to the bar? Go crazy,
let’s take it to the bar, throw your
gotta live through it
I break through with my WB crew Q Ball packs
The steel having niggas running
Like fire drills
We sending fronters on permanent
my phone
And his daily limit is down to two calls
That's twenty minutes
That they surveying
Can't have a moment Cos they be listening
Can't reassure
true, sir.
We're Who's who, sir.
I'm a Who and so is she
Mayor & Mrs. Mayor:
We're tiny little people blowing by in the air,
Wonder how and why
We're
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