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Yo Mo Bee main, drop that shit!
Heyyyy! Heyy-ayyaahhyy You know what time, boo-yaow I know it's time for you So grab one by the hand youknowhatI'msayin And uhh, throw up that finger Ay yo yo yo throw y'all fingers up! Thug style baby, Thug style y'know? Verse One: Tell me baby are you lonely? Don't wanna rush ya I can help ya if ya only, let me touch ya If I'm wrong love tell me, cause I get caught up and the life I live is Hell see, I never thought I'd see the day when I would calm down, you ain't heard I've been known to clown and Get Around, that's my word See you walkin and you lookin good, yes indeed Got a body like a sex fiend, you're killin me witcha attitude to match right, don't be phony cause I hate when you act like, you don't know me I've be stressin in the spotlight, I want the fame but the industry's a lot like, a crack game Ain't no time for commitment, I gotta go Can't be wit you every minute miss, another show And even though I'm known for my one night stand Look here, I wanna be an honest man, but temptations go... Heyyyy! Heyy-ayyaahhyy Throw up the finger! And all my homies go.. Give them the finger! Ya know what baby it's like *singing* I know you've been searchin for someone To make you happy, and get the job done You say you need it, a man with money But I can't be there, and will you still care Verse Two: Will I cheat or will I be committed, heaven knows Gettin weak and I wanna hit it, so here I go in my ride and I'm all in, gettin high I can hear the people callin, I'm passin by Everybody knows I'm ball-in, and to God Gotta keep myself from fall-in, but it's hard All the cuties know I'm under pressure, what do I do Gettin shaky when she pull the dress up, and say it's cool Should I stroke or should I wait a while, you decide If you tell me that you don't want it, that's a lie Move close and let me whisper, some dirty words in your ears as I kiss ya, on every curve Slow down baby don't rush, I like it slow Can't hold it any longer, so let it go Open the gates, do you wanna fall up in heaven Don't worry, I let myself in, all I heard was... Heyyyy! Heyy-ayyaahhyy Give em the finger! All my homies go.. Throw your fingers up! That's just the Thug in me girl, you know Peep out all my homies, y'know, it's like *singing* I know you've been searchin for someone To make you happy, and get the job done You say you need it, a man with money But I can't be there, and will you still care Verse Three: A lot of people think it's easy, to settle down Got a woman that'll please me, in every town I don't wanna but I gotta do it, the temptation got me ready to release the fluid, sensation sit down and conversate like you know me, take my hand Cause even Thugs get lonely, understand Even the hardest of my homies need attention Catch you blowin up the telephone, reminiscin I wanna take you to the movies, and the park Let's find a spot for you to do me, in the dark Now that it's passion, hold me tight Don't need lights, I can see you by the moonlight I know your man ain't lovin you right You're lonely and depressed you need a Thug in your life Enough talkin, you want me to leave, I'll get to walkin See you later, cause baby I'm a player, and all I heard was Heyyyy! Heyy-ayyaahhyy Give em the finger And all my homies go.. yo this how we gonna do this in the nine-trey y'know? Throw your fingers up Y'know? They gonna peep this, this how we run game on you *singing* Everybody, heyy, alright Heyy, heyyyeah, heyyyayyy, ohh (2Pac) All my niggaz go Uptown in the Give em the finger! Throw your hands up Give em the finger! |
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(Intro)
Word up son, word yeah, to all the killers and a hundred dollar billas (yo I got the phone thing, knowmsayin', keep your eyes open) for real niggas who ain't got no feelings (keep your eyes open) (no doubt, no doubt son, I got this, I got this) (just watch my back, I got this first, yo) check it out now (word up, say it to them niggas, check this out it's a murda) [Prodigy] I got you stuck off the realness, we be the infamous you heard of us official Queensbridge murderers the Mobb comes equipped with warfare, beware of my crime family who got nuff shots to share for all of those who wanna profile and pose rock you in your face, stab your brain wit' your nosebone you all alone in these streets, cousin every man for theirself in this land we be gunnin' and keep them shook crews runnin' like they supposed to they come around but they never come close to I can see it inside your face you're in the wrong place cowards like you just get they're whole body laced up with bullet holes and such speak the wrong words man and you will get touched you can put your whole army against my team and I guarantee you it'll be your very last time breathin' your simple words just don't move me you're minor, we're major you all up in the game and don't deserve to be a player don't make me have to call your name out your crew is feather weight my gunshots'll make you levitate I'm only nineteen but my mind is old and when the things get for real my warm heart turns cold another nigga deceased, another story gets told it ain't nothin' really hey, yo dun spark the Phillie so I can get my mind off these yellowbacked niggas why they still alive I don't know, go figure meanwhile back in Queens the realness is foundation if I die I couldn't choose a better location when the slugs penetrate you feel a burning sensation getting closer to God in a tight situation now, take these words home and think it through or the next rhyme I write might be about you Chorus: Son, they shook... 'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks scared to death, scared to look they shook 'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks scared to death, scared to look livin' the live that of diamonds and guns there's numerous ways you can choose to earn funds... earn funds some of 'em get shot, locked down and turn nuns cowardly hearts end straight up shook ones...shook ones he ain't a crook son, he's just a shook one...shook one [Havoc] For every rhyme I write, its 25 to life yo, it's a must the gats we trust safeguardin' my life ain't no time for hesitation that only leads to incarceration you don't know me, there's no relation Queensbridge niggas don't play I don't got time for your petty thinking mind son, I'm bigga than those claimin' that you pack heat but you're scared to hold and when the smoke clears you'll be left with one in your dome 13 years in the projects, my mentality is what, kid you talk a good one but you don't want it sometimes I wonder do I deserve to live or am I going to burn in hell for all the things I did no time to dwell on that 'cause my brain reacts front if you want kid, lay on your back I don't fake jacks kid, you know I bring it to you live stay in a child's place, kid you out o' line criminal minds thirsty for recognition I'm sippin' E&J, got my mind flippin' I'm buggin' think I'm how bizar to hold my hustlin' get that loot kid, you know my function cause long as I'm alive I'ma live illegal and once I get on I'ma put on, on my people react mix to lyrics like Macs I hit your dome up when I roll up, don't be caught sleepin' cause I'm creepin' Chorus: Son, they shook... 'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks scared to death and scared to look (he's just a shook one) they shook... 'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks scared to death and scared to look (we live the live that of diamonds) they shook... 'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks scared to death and scared to look they shook... 'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks, crooks.. livin' the live that of diamonds and guns there's numerous ways you can choose to earn funds... earn funds but some of 'em get shot, locked down and turn nuns cowardly hearts end straight up shook ones...shook ones he ain't a crook son, he's just a shook one...shook one (Outro) Yeah, yeah, yeah To all the villains and a hundred dollar billas To real brothers who ain't got no dealings G-yeah, the whole Bridge, Queens get the money 41st side (he's just a shook one) keepin' it real (you know) Queens get the money... |
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I gotta get mine,you gotta get yours
I gotta get mine,you gotta get yours I gotta get mine,you gotta get yours Get yours [mc breed] Smooth as a wanna be,for quickly you a gonna be {o thats the way it is} F**k yea and thats the way it's gonna be Why,puffin on a dank and drinking mad brew Taking names and after that I'm kickin ass too. Breed,kinda of tha{can I get a ryhme to go} Hey yo pac ill set back and design it slow. They hate to see a young nigga,come up Another punk,run up And have to get his,gun up Cause um I ain't takin no shorts,like a newport,explortin the fully joint and Explodin on the whole court. And I don't wanna be,wanna be,nuttin like mike Cause even mike don't miss every itty bitty triflin And when you in the spotlight,you get um jocked right But your lifes not tight. Buckin anybody forbed mine When will they relize,im set out to get mine I gotta get mine,you gotta get yours I gotta get mine,you gotta get yours I gotta get mine,you gotta get yours Get yours I gotta get mine,you gotta get yours I gotta get mine,you gotta get yours I gotta get mine,you gotta get yours Get yours I gotta get mine,you gotta get yours I gotta get mine,you gotta get yours I gotta get mine,you gotta get yours Get yours I gotta get mine,you gotta get yours I gotta get mine,you gotta get yours I gotta get mine,you gotta get yours Get yours I gotta get mine,you gotta get yours I gotta get mine,you gotta get yours I gotta get mine,you gotta get yours Get yours I gotta get mine,you gotta get yours I gotta get mine,you gotta get yours I gotta get mine,you gotta get yours Get yours [2pac] I keep my mind on my money,money on my mind Finga on the trigga,nigga,hand on my nine Smokin blunts a skunk,makin hoes of punks And only underground funk bumpin outta my trunk Live my life as a hustla,high till I die Meetin bitches,gettin riches,miss me when lie Picture me living out my life as a busta I ratha pop out a shot out my glock,and blast muthaf**kas I live that thug life baby I'm hopeless,chokin off indo Tryin to keep my focus Dont let that bullshit worry me,f**k the fame,im true to the game Till they bury me God gave me game so I'm hustlin,pour out some liqour for my niggas 2pac is still strugglin My niggga breed new the time,wether it's ryhme or crime,nigga,i gotta get mine I gotta get mine,you gotta get yours I gotta get mine,you gotta get yours I gotta get mine,you gotta get yours Get yours I gotta get mine,you gotta get yours I gotta get mine,you gotta get yours I gotta get mine,you gotta get yours Get yours I gotta get mine,you gotta get yours I gotta get mine,you gotta get yours I gotta get mine,you gotta get yours Get yours I gotta get mine,you gotta get yours I gotta get mine,you gotta get yours I gotta get mine,you gotta get yours Get yours I gotta get mine,you gotta get yours I gotta get mine,you gotta get yours I gotta get mine,you gotta get yours Get yours I gotta get mine,you gotta get yours I gotta get mine,you gotta get yours I gotta get mine,you gotta get yours Get yours ? ? ? Now let me rushing threw your mind,im balla is what I keep gettin Everytime I pick up the mic and start spittin The sidewalk of new york will start bumpin Jumpin around,with the muthaf**kin pound And I'm down to the fullest,and breakin niggas ass off proper Did you right,thats right,cause I got you in my pocket again The new jacks,the new jacks,use to be my niggas when I ran way back when I boasted,and roasted,and coasted to the clinical cause ill do it again. Like percision,cut the two lines in the division. Plus,what I add loose as flutes. it's gaming foe sale like prostitutes. I never had love for hoes,to put it blunt. They want me in the back,but bitch I'm in the front. Dont front,and really I don't need a reply. Pull yourself together as you pass me bye. Im on a whole nother level,them hoes is left I told you befoe,keep ya pussy to yourself Goodbye,some many niggas lied to have Funny what a muthaf**ka do for math I got rats caught up in my everday actions,point Equal to your realist satisfaction Buckin anybody that forbid mine When will they reelize,im set out to gwt mine I gotta get mine,you gotta get yours I gotta get mine,you gotta get yours I gotta get mine,you gotta get yours Get yours I gotta get mine,you gotta get yours I gotta get mine,you gotta get yours I gotta get mine,you gotta get yours Get yours I gotta get mine,you gotta get yours I gotta get mine,you gotta get yours I gotta get mine,you gotta get yours Get yours I gotta get mine,you gotta get yours I gotta get mine,you gotta get yours I gotta get mine,you gotta get yours Get yours I gotta get mine,you gotta get yours I gotta get mine,you gotta get yours I gotta get mine,you gotta get yours Get yours I gotta get mine,you gotta get yours I gotta get mine,you gotta get yours I gotta get mine,you gotta get yours Get yours Eternally thug nigga hilfigure made by tommy So when I speak hope to reach my ? mommy Oh come to poppy I love it when you sweat ? ? ? more peeps Until I come to wake no one can stop me My bump and grind Coming through ya everytime Come get a blast of this thu passion It'll blow your mind Hey throw up your ? ? Your shit around my back It's a westside bang f**king hoes around the map ? get down with tupac while I'm ? out ? While they suduce my jimmy i'll Be screaming give me body Make then hoes scream my name out Give me my ? and don't cha ? ? Thug nigga ? ? ? I'm at the freaking parade I'm watching caramel bitches play Get with real niggas bullshitting never get your pay This is the dream of a black tenn ? ? hoes cross-country like a greedy crack fiend Now come on |
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You 'bout to feel the chronicles of a bionical lyric
lyrically splittin dismissin I'm on a mission of just hitting now it's written and kitten hittin wit mittens I'm missing wishing man listen I glisten like sun and water while fishing. Bust the move and then swerve Serve words with nerve embedded I said it word Damn, you nerd man, you heard Coming from the town of Illy and alleys are full of Phillies and Rallys suckers get Silly as Sally then found in alleys, I'm rowdy really 1-So here we go now, Holla if ya hear me though, come and feel me flow Never mixing with tricking brothers bitching Over fixins that ain't fittin to be hittin. On nothin splittin things that's bitten And gettin written off Like a fatter bad bladder boy ya pissing me off Before you even started so what So long see you fly by my try how else Could I say it when you play it try boom bye bye. (rpt 1, 1) The flow pro poetical with skills only A vet'll know better know where's The wetter flow that'son point like Decimals manhandlin new crews Partying with the Zoo Crew Looking for the pink in poo poo. I thought you knew too stone style is of stamina Jammin ta while we plannin ta jam We bust plus we're the party Amateur damager managin damagin mics Men and even mannequins. You're a fan again now I wanna know whose the man again? Naughty's back like vertibrates word to hey-a-ho The way I show you pray I flow Steady breakin to the boogie so bang time To slang bang and watch all the poo tang tangs hang (rpt 1, 1) Play and Kay'll break the body of a beat The beat the break into boogie Firm and fully chase bass lines like bullies All we wanna know is if your body wanna party It's nuff poo tang tang for everybody So hip up and split up get up Get up your wit up souped up put your dukes up No guts set up for sit ups flip up watch us rip up. Shakes shows until they fizz up Rizz up like your with us if not zip up You lip up whip up. Hits with ransom's foul styles get and ones We come back cause we heard Hip hop needed another anthem Black like Noah in fact and for ya If we was back in the days with the Drifters We would've been known as the Flowers Bevin these since the seventies Find me so we went crazy in the eighties So we won't kiss heinies in the nineties Oops the Naughty's troop in sections of forties So clap your hands and hold your shorty I'm Naughty. (rpt 1, 1) |
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Here's a little somethin for the players out there hustlin
Gettin down for theirs From East Pointe College Park Decatur DeVries... My man the scene was so thick Lowriders Seventy Seven Sevilles El Do's nuttin but them 'Llacs All the players (DePorte in the house) all the hustlers I'm talkin bout a black man heaven here YouknowhatI'msayin? Yeah *singing* Cadillacs are comin, from everywhere (yeahhh) Limbo boppin good cause love is in the air To all you players and you pimps smoke out and have a ball And if your hoe is actin crazy put her on the wall Now now now everybody's dancin and just feelin right I see all of you players got yourselves laid in on ice I hope when all y'all dance is over, can I get onn, yeah My kids'll have a story, that still be told, whoooa, about All the players came, from far and wide Wearin afros and braids, kickin them gangster rides Now I'm here to tell ya, there's a better day When the player ball is happenin, all day eryday |
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Oh, fuck, you can't even sing.
Hey, baby, I like it rawww... Yeah baby, I like it RAWWW!!! Ooh, baby, I like it raww... Yeah baby, I like it RAWWW!!! Sh... Shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yam, shimmy yay, Gimme the mic so I can take it away. Off on a natural charge, bon voyage Yeah, from the home of the Dodgers, Brooklyn squad Wu-Tang Killerrr Bees on a swarm! Rain on ya dollar's ass, disco dorm! For you to even touch my skill, You gotta have the one Killer Bee and he ain't gonna kill. Now My producer slam, my flow is like bam! Chop that down, pass it all around! Lyrics get hard, quick cement to the ground! For any MC in any 52 states, I gets psycho killerrrr Norman Bates! My producer slam, sharp like bam! Jump on stage, and then I dun-daaaah! I like the way you come Hey, baby, I like it rawww... Yeah baby, I like it RAWWW!!! Ooh, baby, I like it raww... Yeah baby, I like it RAWWW!!! |
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Basically, can't fuck with me
I came to bring the pain hardcore from the brain Let's go inside my astral plane Find out my mental's based on instrumental Records hey, so I can write monumental Methods, I'm not the king But niggaz is decaf I stick 'em for the cream Check it, just how deep can shit get Deep as the abyss and brothers is mad fish accept it In your cross color, clothes you've crossed over Then got totally krossed out and Kris Kross Who da boss? Niggaz get tossed to the side And I'm the dark side of the force Of course it's the Method Man from the Wu-Tang Clan I be hectic and comin' for the head piece protect it Fuck it, two tears in a bucket, niggaz want the ruckus Bustin' at me brush, now bust it Styles, I gets buck wild Method Man on some shit, pullin' niggaz files I'm sick, insane, crazy, drivin' Miss Daisy Out her fuckin' mind now I got Martin Swayze Is it real son, is it really real son? Let me know it's real son, if it's really real Something I could feel son, load it up and kill one Want it raw deal son, if it's really real And when I was a lil' stereo (Stereo) I listened to some champion (Champion) I always wondered (Wondered) Will now I be the numba one? (Tical! Hahaha) Now you listen to de gargon (Gargon!) And de gargon summary And any man dat come test me (Test me) Me gwanna lick out dem brains (It's like that) Brothers want to hang with the Meth bring the rope The only way you hang is by the neck nigga poke Off the set comin' to your projects Take it as a threat, better yet it's a promise Comin' from a vet on some old Vietnam shit Nigga you can bet your bottom dollar hey I bomb shit And it's gonna get even worse word to God It's the Wu comin' through sickin' niggaz for they garments Movin' on your left, southpaw 'em it's the Meth Came to represent and carve my name in your chest You can come test realize you're no contest Son, I'm the gun that won that old Wild West Quick on the draw with my hands on the four Nine three eleven with the rugged rhymes galore Check it 'cause I think not when this hip-hops like proper Rhymes be the proof while I'm drinkin' 90 proof Huh vodka, no OJ, no straw, when you give it to me aiy, give it to me raw I've learned when you drink absolute straight it burns Enough to give my chest hairs a perm I don't need a chemical blow to pull a hoe All I need is chemical bank to pay da mo' What, basically that, Meth-Tical, ninety-four style Word up we be hazardous car crashing, horn passing me Northern spicy brown mustard hoes We have to stick you Is it real son, is it really real son? Let me know it's real son, if it's really real Something I could feel son, load it up and kill one Want it raw deal son, if it's really real I'll fuckin', I'll fuckin' cut your kneecaps off And make you kneel in some staircase piss I'll fuckin', cut your eyelids off And feed you nuthin' but sleepin' pills You motherfuckers So fuck the hoe (So) Fuck the hoe |
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I grew up on the crime side
the New York Times side Staying alive was no jive At second hands moms bounced on old men So then we moved to Shaolin land A young youth yo rockin the gold tooth 'Lo goose Only way I begin to gee off was drug loot And let's start it like this son rollin with this one And that one pullin out gats for fun But it was just a dream for the teen who was a fiend Started smokin woolies at sixteen And running up in gates and doing hits for high stakes Making my way on fire escapes No question I would speed for cracks and weed The combination made my eyes bleed No question I would flow off and try to get the dough all Sticking up white boys in ball courts My life got no better same damn 'Lo sweater Times is ruff and tuff like leather Figured out I went the wrong route So I got with a sick ass click and went all out Catchin keys from across seas Rollin in MPV's every week we made forty G's Yo nigga respect mine or anger the tech nine Ch chick POW Move from the gate now Cash Rules Everything Around Me CREAM Get the money Dollar dollar bill y'all Cash Rules Everything Around Me CREAM Get the money Dollar dollar bill y'all It's been twenty two long hard years of still strugglin Survival got me buggin but I'm alive on arrival l peep at the shape of the streets And stay awake to the ways of the world cause shit is deep A man with a dream with plans to make CREAM Which failed I went to jail at the age of 15 A young buck sellin drugs and such who never had much Trying to get a clutch at what I could not The court played me short now I face incarceration Pacin going up state's my destination Handcuffed in back of a bus forty of us Life as a shorty shouldn't be so ruff But as the world turns I learned life is hell Living in the world no different from a cell Everyday I escape from Jakes givin chase sellin base Smokin bones in the staircase Though I don't know why chose to smoke sess I guess that's the time when I'm not depressed But I'm still depressed and I ask what's it worth Ready to give up so I seek the Old Earth Who explained working hard may help you maintain to learn to overcome the heartaches and pain We got stick up kids corrupt cops and crack rock sand stray shots all on the block that stays hot Leave it up to me while I be living proof To kick the truth to the young black youth But shorty's running wild smokin sess drinkin beer And ain't trying to hear what I'm kickin in his ear Neglected but now but yo it gots to be accepted That what That life is hectic Cash Rules Everything Around Me CREAM Get the money Dollar dollar bill y'all Cash Rules Everything Around Me CREAM Get the money Dollar dollar bill y'all Cash Rules Everything Around Me CREAM Get the money Dollar dollar bill y'all Cash Rules Everything Around Me CREAM Get the money Dollar dollar bill y'all Cash Rules Everything Around Me CREAM Get the money Dollar dollar bill y'all Cash Rules Everything Around Me CREAM Get the money Dollar dollar bill y'all Cash Rules Everything Around Me CREAM Get the money Dollar dollar bill y'all Cash Rules Everything Around Me CREAM Get the money Dollar dollar bill y'all |
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Can't keep runnin' away.....
Verse One: Fat Lip I must admit on some occasions I went out like a punk and a chump or a sucka or something to that effect Respect I usedto never get when all I got was upset when niggas use to be like 'What's up fool!' and tried to seat a nigga like the Lip for no reason at all I can recall crip niggas throwin' c in my face down the hall I'm kickin' it in the back of the school eatin' chicken at three, wonderin' why is everybody always pickin' on me I tried to talk and tell tham chill I did nothing to deserve this But when it didn't work I wasn't scared just real nervous and unprepared to deal with scrappin' no doubt cuz my pappy never told me how to knock a nigga out But now in 95 I must survive as a man on my own Fuck around with Fatlip yes ya get blown I'm not tryin to show no macho is shown but when it's on, if it's on, then it's on! Verse Two: Slim Kid Tre There comes a time in every mans life when he's gotta handle up on his own Can't depend on friends to help you in a sqeeze, please they got problems of their own Down for the count on seven chickens shits don't get to heaven til they faced these fears in these fear zones Used to get jacked back in high school I played it cool just so some real shit won't get full blown Being where I'm from they let the smoke come quicker than an evil red-neck could lynch a helpless colored figure And as a victim I invented low-key til the keyhole itself got lower than me So I stood up and let my free form form free. Said I'm gonna get some before they knockin' out me. I don't sweat it I let the bullshit blow in the breeze in other words just freeze Verse Three: Knumbskull #1 It's 1995 now that I'm older stress weighs on my shoulders heavy as boulders but I told ya till the day that I die I still will be a soldier and that's all I told ya and that's all I showed ya and all this calamity is rippin' my sanity Can it be I'm a celebrity whose on the brink of insanity Now don't be wishin's of switchin' any positions with me cuz when you in my position, it ain't never easy to do any type of maintaining cuz all this gaming and famin' from entertainin' is hella straining to the brain and... But I can't keep runnin I just gotta keep keen and cunnin'... |
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Yeah.. sendin this one out.. to my man Killa B
No doubt indeed.. without weed.. knowhatI'msayin? That old real shit.. There's a war goin on outside no man is safe from from these streets that we done took You could run but you can't hide forever You walkin witcha head down scared to look You shook cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks They never around when the beef cooks in my part of town It's similar to Vietnam Now we all grown up and old, and beyond the cop's control They better have the riot gear ready Tryin to bag me and get rocked steady by the mac one-double, I touch you and leave you with not much to go home wit My skin is thick, cause I be up in the mix of action if I'm not at home, puffin lye relaxin New York got a nigga depressed So I wear a slug-proof underneath my Guess God bless my soul, before I put my foot down and begin to stroll And to the drama I built, and all unfinished beef You will soon be killed, put us together It's like mixin vodka and milk I'm goin out blastin, takin my enemies with me and if not, they scarred, so they will never forget me Lord forgive me the Hennesey got me not knowin how to act or maybe it's the words from my man Killa Black that I can't say so it's left a untold fact, until my death I'm fallin and I can't turn back My goal's to stay alive Survival of the fit only the strong survive We livin this til the day that we die Yo, yo Survival of the fit only the strong survive We livin this til the day that we die (We still livin it) Survival of the fit only the strong survive (Thug life, we still livin it) We livin this til the day that we die Survival of the fit only the strong survive (We still livin it) We livin this til the day that we die Survival of the fit only the strong survive (we livin this til the day that we die) (survival of the fit only the strong..) [Havoc] When the dough get low the jewels go, but never that I'm trapped, in between two worlds, tryin to get dough y'know As long as fiends smoke crack I'll be on the block hustlin countin my stacks Five-oh lurkin, no time to get lost in -- the system No doubt, watchin my back and proceed with caution Niggaz usin fake names to get out quick My brother did it and got bagged with two ounces I-llegal world where squads hit the block hard Ask my man Twin when he got bagged, that fucked me up God But shit happens for a reason You can't find a shorty to troop your bid witchu You find out who's your true peoples when you're upstate bleedin Hit wit a 2 to 4 it's difficult Wild on the streets I try to maintain Tight with my loot, cause hoes like to run game I'm like a Jew, savin dough so I can big whip Some niggaz like to trick but I ain't wit that trickin shit Pushin a Lex, now I'm set, ready to jet No matter how much loot I get I'm stayin in the projects, forever Jakes on the blocks we out-clever If beef, we never seperate and pull together When worse comes to worse and my peoples come first Try to react and get them motherfuckin feelings hurt My crew's all about loot Fuck lookin cute, I'm strictly Timb boots and army certified suits Puffin L's, laid back, enjoyin the smell In the Bridge gettin down it ain't hard to tell You better realizeWe livin this til the day that we die (We still livin it) Survival of the fit only the strong survive We livin this til the day that we die Survival of the fit only the strong survive (Thug life, we still livin it) We livin this til the day that we die Survival of the fit only the strong survive (We still livin it) We livin this til the day that we die Survival of the fit only the strong survive (the strong survive) (Thug life, we still livin it) Look in the eyes and get wise Hypnotic thug life, get that ass paralyzed Look alive, in ninety-five, word up Knahmsayin? Mobb Deep and all that |
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