shit bounce in the 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
made, we want in If a stock is gettin trade, we want in A record gettin played, we want in A message to the game, that we want in Whoaaaaaaohhh, we want
we want in If a stock is gettin trade, we want in A record gettin played, we want in A message to the game, that we want in Whoaaaaaaohhh, we want in
, we want in If a stock is gettin trade, we want in A record gettin played, we want in A message to the game, that we want in Whoaaaaaaohhh, we want in
in the truck Yes 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
me But I don't appreciate is how these niggas be hatin' me What is it is it the car is it the jewels Is it the shoes Or do you want to see what a nigga
me We still clique - everything you break, you can't fix We caught up in the mix, but V.L. still the shit I represent mine in every motherfuckin' rhyme
or courteous I'm runnin' from a dirty bitch Nigga you thirty six You don't want it with the kid at all Same shit bigger bathroom my niggas brawl When we
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
cause Expect a blood bath The aftermath is y'alls I told ya last album, we need help cause we dying Give us a chance, help us advance cause we trying
No we ain't blood But we still real brothers The struggle is real Nothing can steal What we build And that remains the same 'Till that day we killed
that RuPaul, Thug Life ain't a ball We bust that ass up against the wall (up against the wall) (?) Never been no (?) men How we bucks 'em down on
he live like me Talkin bout he left the hospital took five like me You living fantasies, nigga I reject your deposit We shook Dre punk ass, now we out
your step (Syke) And pussies we crossin when my crew is flossin' Bitches we tossin' And niggas we crossin' It's like a murder rhyme when we hit your
scams like I was motherfuckin Pac Man Cops step off, you know the flavor They fear the ruffneck niggaz with the lunatic behavior And now we gotta eat
up But the cops getting dropped by the gun shot Usta come but he's done, now we run the block To my brothers stay strong keep yah heads up They know we fed up But we
