the B Captivator of the cuties, understood by few Makin money for a livin, cause this is what we do You just have a man if your soul is hollow The crew
out the other side in mee So I her you think your gangster (heeh) Don't you wane be Gangster, gangster, gangster [Verse 2] [Pickelh] Yeah fuck nigger
tour, supported by Budweiser for the best man, talkin' to a Sennheiser Commercials on Channel 2 with girls from Spain, Lampin, and Peru Callin' my man from Alaska named Tom who live
car keys only big car keys Pull out your car keys everybody please [Verse 2: Angie Martinez] Oh! It's just me the O.G. And since this live big let's
back of the bus, the 31 Bumrush Crews we breeze through, you don't know, you need to tell the soundman, don't touch nothin but the EQ [x2] Deafenin,
it's easy to We used to make up names for our graffiti crew Used to talk about makin it big And if we ever got rich, the way we would live Hey Mark, we
rock this crowd It goes: ola ola olaaa (yeah) Ola ola olaaa (2x) It goes: one two three four five Six seven eight nine ten And all I ever wanted out of live
you remember Stephanie's little cousin? Yeah, a little feminine motherfucker Used to be scared of the football, yeah man Nah, nah I saw him the other
, he'll give you some drink tickets, word [Verse 2:] New York, at the Bowery getting down With Grayskul, P.O.S. and Fillmore Brown My first time touring with a live
to know your name Then I got your number 17 and under, maybe just a little younger Had to get to know cause there's things I got to show you Forget them other
money, 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
by wrong Avoid the all night flight And still make it on my own I'm tryin' be cool Do what I gotta do But playa haters all over So I roll with my crew
game nigga I'ma die for mine I ain't lyin.. I do what the fuck I gotta do Shoot who I gotta shoot if ya outside my crew Numbers 2-2-6, lotta buster playa
ones that floss with no doe We loves them all you know that we love 'em all (yo yo yo yo yo) [Choclair] I'm just trying to live Only take what you trying
Yes Iyah! Some gal a move like dem a Killa But dem have fi sekkle pon di Tarantula Yes Nyah! A Beenie Man and Two Thousand Crew deh yah... Verse
live, but we liver like WHOA! Gettin' electrified trying to touch it like WHOA! You reach wrong, might lose your arm like WHOA! Got the detanator in my palm like WHOA! 3-2
why you pursue the two-man crew To do the motherfucking job that you know a boy can't do Like every aspect we cover: beats, rhymes and other Nobody else
Lawnge is Far from diesel but running shit like Eagle Beagle I swing fast and kick ass like I was Steven Seagal Sometimes I carry a glock and other times