Lyrics:
body rock
Well so far you've heard my voice but I brought two friends along,
And the next on the mic is my man Hank,
C'mon, Hank, sing that song!
lean lean
Tell em' I need two shots, by two o' clock
Plus that adds about two thousand, two drops
Pull up with my crew, sinara
on my mind
I just need you here
Is that such a crime
Imma go and live life
Imma keep you close
Right by my side
When it come to you
I don't check
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
break it down, I'm gassing you
Another round for the crew
Take ya time on my interview
Can't you tell that I'm patient
Ya body's my motivation
Can you
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,
Its Lil' Wayne (Lil' Wayne) on the wall brain spilla
Grave filla
Who me untamed gorilla
I be thugged out
Dead bodies drugged out
Throw
tail
That's their headspace without fail
'Cause that ass is like a holy grail
I'm just saying
二人 means me and you with no crew
Your body is a palace
Box body benz'
Fly-y-y-y like the crew that came from Memphis
Crushing up the wedding cake heightened up the senses
Fly-y-y-y like the crew that came
prescriptions
I live on the run but im bothered by fitness
My father and sister had told me its nowhere i got in this business
But swear they aint knowing about
could pick you up let me perch yo body
On the first touch I'll alert yo body
That pressure I'll apply it
Obsessed cuz you the finest
And if it don't work
in Seattle
That boy is my son he get hit with a paddle
He like to get tough when a nigga at work
I pushed up to his job, he got punched and scidaddled
some shit just like a number two
So he need that lawyer money, plus that Sig Sauer money
On his second body so you don't want to war with money
Paulie
that came to butter your work toast
This emcees be tried just ask themselves: why?
Reply and no kil' and no I don't get high
It's just not my thing just
The flame, the hustle, the pain, the redness in my eyes
When the pressure comes down, you throw the towel in
But for me and my crew that's where the work
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'
Now everybody do the Bart (do the Bart, y'all)
Now everybody do the Bart (do the Bart, y'all)
2 Live, bring it on back, that's how you move
Bring
has taken place that we are governed by fools?
*
We've had problems from self-appointed Gods from Bishops to MPs.
They've tried to ban our
me i’m flippin that work it look like mary lou
All my niggas be shooter dey pop like balloons
I bad got a bad hoe baby i need at least 2
I feel 2
times roll so
It's F Side, RUDEWRLD and Selektiff
These are all my niggas and the crews that I mess with
Girls wanna sex with
Freshy in this hoe
I don't
I didn't do, I'm still thuggin with the crew
Because once you snitch then you threw but if you hustle then you true
Would you live for this shit?
two pairs of pants
Hasn't religious faith just as often
Served as a civilizing influence?
Remember that leering, cursing lynch mob in
Little Rock
To the bedroom on my prey unaware
Heads will be hung from the chimney with care
With hopes that the police soon will be here
I'm a killer!
[Verse Two
that I'm a nigga who don't handle biz
We live by the trig, we die by the trig
Evidently, you done made a weak, freak move
I break crews goin' chop
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