chain - none of yall live You like, "I aint do it Shells", One of yall did! [Grafh] 'Cause A lot of yall are fakin', one minute is asolama laken 2 minutes
I'ma shoot you in yo throat Fuck it I'ma never stop, standin' on whateva block Lookin' for the cheddar spot, open up a better shop I'ma jet when it get
stay a step ahead of this game to stay alive. Chorus (X2) Always wanted things always wanted cash. To Live fast get the girls with tha biggest ass. Fuck
click I walked out the house to see if this shitwas fucking TRU two slugs to the dome and his face was all blue retalliation fuck the penitention fucking
, that's what we all about Through all the routes landed here, beach houses wit the chandalier Me an' my crew, mad cans of beer It's copin', live vibe
, that's what we all about Through all the routes landed here, beach houses wit the chandaliere Me & my crew, mad cans of beer It's copin', live vibe,
undaground rappa Down down down down All I need is just a mic and a track Aiyo, my crew is top notch, I smell like sasquatch, that's why I rip shop My crew
a psychopath, the master of wreckin shit Comes back with a body blow, hittin hard as a fuckin brick Don't fuck with the mastermind, i'ma tell you like
want ya'll to know Fuck ya'll niggas if you aint feelin' me [Chorus: Sticky and X1] I want drop tops, chop shops, and pay cops I wanna lay low wit
fake like janet jackson's nose I'm sellin that real live shit, and you could get hurt You're sellin that fake shit like the home shopping network You
I cruise through the ghetto I drive slow I'm quick to buck a duck and I don't give a fuck about five-oh A hardcore, life, a chose to tecs therefore I live
Live from New York it's Saturday Nite Live from New York it's Saturday Nite Live from New York it's Saturday Nite Live from New York it's Saturday Nite
at the bar love shoppin' Gucci iceberg, coppin' two, three nice furs One for your wife, one for your freak silver spurs Rolls Royce too good to be true, houses worth 2.2
dukes Poppin they cooch While my fuckin name is introduced 1,2,-1,2 Clear my throat, check the mic 1,2 -1,2 How many mutha fuckas wanna smoke? Whatcha
I bet it's cause of the chips and the fast life Me and Ange livin big forever Think a click fuckin with this man whatever [Chorus: Sacario] Live big
a hoopty We can fuck tonight, niggas won't call you a groupie Bumping Stevie Wonder - Do I Do, with bad bitches I guess I got a 2 live crew And they all
we what? ? Run with crew, Whose what? ? Blood is blue, Through life?s ? Fucking zoo, And we might ? Come for you, And we what? ? Run with crew, Whose
plastic See the logo? A monument in hip-hop Carved out, in the giant landscape, of broken rocks Whether heard in herb spots, jukebox or malt shops Uncut live