truck Yes, yes, y'all bounce, we go what ya want All my niggaz, all my niggaz All my bitches, c'mon We stay spittin' on, see what we sittin' on Shittin' you
yes y'all bounce we go what ya want All my niggaz, all my niggaz All my bitches! C'mon! [Busta Rhymes] We stay spittin' on See what we sittin on Shittin' you
we don't come around nigga We ain't friendly nigga we ain't ya motherfuckin friend man We trying to get this paper nigga You out here playin games You do what
He tried to battle me and found self-DESTRUCTION [Mr. Mixx] 2 Live Crew 2 Li - 2 Li - 2 Li - 2 Live Crew Bus - Bust a rhyme Bus - Bust a rhyme Bus - Bust a rhyme
youre best, you gotta believe And what you want, you'll soon achieve It's who you know to get your juice I started with rhymes and I get loose! [Chorus
You wanna roll up some green weed? I got the key to whatever you need As we proceed we a long way from LBC BUt that's what you get when you fuck with
Remember that shit you said to Vibe about me bein a thug You can tell the people you roll with whatever you want But you and I know what's going on Payback
a murder rhyme when we hit your hood It's all good The punks? I wish you would! (Mopreme) Wouldn't better to just corrolate what we bust Instead of kickin
give a fuck about you Or them five mouths you forced to feed (uh-huh) No including yourself All you want is what they perceiving as greed So as you
me since I was three Heard they got to my peoples, now they livin somewhere free But fuck that, you got what's mines and I want that Never drop my
fuck about you Or them five mouths you forced to feed (uh-huh) No including yourself All you want is what they perceiving as greed So as you loaded
You can't do me Yo, who you be? Even Aaron Hall couldn't 'groooove me' Boy, your little style don't move me Truly, you never knew me, you're booty My
we after all y'all niggas, man (all of you) You know who the fuck you is No what I'm saying you know what time it is man (get no love) Fuck all yall
you at? Where you at? Where you at? Where you at? I told y'all, ten years from now we'll still be on top We've just begun Thank you ... thank you B.I.
You ain't no gangsta You'se a busta, a customer, a sucker You fake fraudulent motherfucker You ain't a gangsta I should cut ya, cock back and bust ya or stomp you
got shot I got a kite from the pens that told me, Tuck got knocked I ain't gonna spell it out for you motherfuckers all the time Are you illiterate nigga
Chorus] [Master P] If you east coast thuggin' holla {Whoop Whoop} If you west coast thuggin' holla {Whoop Whoop} If you midwest thuggin' holla {Whoop Whoop} If you
in this steel we trust When there's beef best believe we bust We can take it how you want it cuz we thuggin over here Pure, uncut, raw butter over here [Yukon] Yo you