Still, we, will survive No matter what, my people just stay alive Still, we, will survive (no matter what) Still, we, will survive (no matter what) Still, we
now. Thug: Right. On Portobello Road Road we've got a nice little squat It's a secret nightclub 'cuz we're so smart Our landlord is Jesus Christ and Mickey Mouse 'Cuz we
George say., all around Alright We play Miles Davis, and D'Angelo We playin' D-flat in the funk You better act like you know We don't care, whatever
Coolin out with my man Malik B we call him Sla-xon YaknowhatI'msayin? We in effect Mo like Al B. Sure, for your plea-sure Aiyyo bust it We about to flip
saved 'n' got the victory, Well who planned this?, The Krutch don't miss, With that funked out twist to get'cha on the canvas, We be that ill-type, But only when we
All you muthafuckaz, we gonna kick it like this, For the trues [Jah Skills] Yeah this crew was tight, went from planning dreams Now we rockin mics, gettin
gonk-ga-gonk-ga-gonk-ga-gonk-ga-ga-ga-gonk (c'mon) I drink that Dom Perignon (oh) I drink that shot of Petron to turn me on (uh) I got that red eye bomb
nigga fucked around with Huntin' for some shit to get up into and we found it If you had a problem with a nigga, we was down with We rolled by your set
sharks in the water, avoid the deep end We only fuck chicks that enjoys the beatings Young Ike Turners, disco inferners Concentration camp, nobody turn
pass that blunt, aiyyo check this out We gonna take it to you live Where Newark New Jersey drops that chocolate funk for ya Everyday and all day, how we
fro, with the fro when we toast, So all the punks in the partner planet, Plus every single fool, cause without all of yall, Helter Skelter roll with we
used to fuck with? Man, we ain't fucking with that fake motherfucker MC Uh, whatever that motherfucker name is Man, we got a real crew, we got motherfuckers
but ya stealin reeta, drug dealas peep tha shit that I kick hustlin, bustin down zips makin kicks if we ain't makin it we takin shit to the extreme
Combined wit' l we doubled barreled guns Mutha fuckaz best run fuckin' around wit' al-bum, num 2 so Do not be fuckin' around wit' we and we won?t fuck
Why we, going insane, just acting crazy! Buggin' now from, all the things I see All tread bad and I meant in 3D We be the psycho doers, turned killers
herbs So blau, blaum, blaw black and it just don?t stop Fresh, lush black, slick Right off the block, fat No doubt we turns it out 'Cause we Keep black
Up here funk is our neighbor, so we paid her a visit The lip we sip, can't house the nine zips For rock we can't do nothin', for this we come equipped