Lyrics:
that got the shorties in the smash)
Take one (take two) We comin through for your crew
(Who are you?) Talkin about you man (you can't Wu)
But you
rapper
Who swears he's makin' records
That's what they said whenever
I would walk by i never tripped though
Always kept my head up high
Eventually I knew
bring his girl around cause she gon get hit (Let's go)
In the trap all by myself I had no where to go (Uhun)
But I did it on my my own, yeah I did it
all...
Imma go get it
Halfway is done
My momma was asking
Who paid it all?
It was my boots
Whos dripping
In Mud
Got em' just hanging
Now by my door
throughout history and the
People who practice the 50th Law
In their lives all share certain
Qualities supreme boldness
Unconventionality, fluidity
And a sense
like a candles wick
You'll get burnt like a spliff or a calorie
Your mind is adrift from reality
1, 2, 3 let's go!
Who's after? Better come harder
I
the back
I get my currency in stacks, California's where I'm at
Ridin', pass by while these niggas wonder why
I got shot but didn't die, let 'em see who's
flash. Alot of you MCs remain in the dark about how the cold Crush Brothers got live in the park. Shoutouts to the elders who put in mad work mad love
the judge was Kurupt
She was caught with Pete Rocks, and never handcuffed
Called up her Uncle Luke, whose Crew was 2 Live
That had some Peter Gunz, like
love is the law that we live by
Day by day I wonder why my shorty had to die
I reminice over my ghetto princess everyday
Give it up for my shorty
sure eat it drink it all off na make none go to waste
And who's aeoberti upon Falcon Crest you know him a chase
Se that the top of the crew Sis V
track and I paid my dues
But now I'm back
I'm a one-man wrecking Crew
For those who say I'm wack hahahaha jokes on you
Told you I was coming I'm
a year to two years actually. By the
time you lot are listening to this, which is February, I mean as we know Can I Play With Madness was
released the 2
lit
Guess who's coming to dinner?
Andre 3000 and Hank the Third, go figure
I've got two stand-up jetskis, a top pedigree horse, just to pet and feed
and then ask, "Who chipped in for the ten bag?"
Et cetera, I roll my blunts with two textures
Pick up fifty bags and then I smoke all the extras
It's
Saturday night Voodoo Loungin it
'Cause P & L club's got boo boo sounds in it
All twenty comin with the crew who's down to hit
Til the break of dawn wit
One two, one two, one two
I am the Overweight Lover MC, Heavy D
This one goes out to my man DJ Eddie F
Trouble T-Roy my partner G-Wiz
This also
'bout to take your ass to school, nigga
Show you how to move, nigga, we live by no rules, nigga
Ohh, uh, one to the two, yuh
Million dollars on me
don't wanna live how I'm livin'
"Dope" on my t-shirt
I just wanna do my thing
True to the mood I'm in i'mma be who I am
Sell it to the kids and the crew
a limousine with a chauffeur
Phone bill about two G's flat
No need to worry, my accountant handles that
And my whole crew is loungin'
Celebratin' every day,
clever lyricist
Hi-see the pearl rabbit never fear a bitch
K and D from 2nd II None my homies from elementary
To the new century
Well, I guess by
dinner
Only winners Fuck wit winners
We draped in designer
She look like Rihanna
I brought out all my ice
So I can remind her
Who she fcking wit
Baltimore
a nigga die?
Getting shot by my nine
Verse 1: Young Noble
Hey yo
Who want to fuck?
Who in the truck?
Who in a rush?
Who in the cuffs?
Nigga, who
In the beginning it started with a feeling
It started with knowing who I'm exposing
To strangers outside I will not confide
l just want to live life,
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