am one of many that see through your lies Hiding will do you no good, many seek revenge Soon to become a victim of what you live to create, and cannot
? (I didn't survive) East vs. West the rap game where words became flesh A whole pound of herb won't dissolve my stress Still I ride to the death, love
Death pressin ya and ya like a hustler on the first ya need work Stand by the grand high exhaulted At your door with a portrait of the raw shit Picture
the West Know a chick from Watts with 'Bad Boy' tatted on her breast I done been there and did it Ten years without gettin' sweat inside my Yankee fitted 1990 Raw
but just don't fuck it raw man Pussy has a pattern and I know where I'm going And if you got beef, I turn into a tenderloin Sanity kills so I live the
bullets have to hit that door? Why did Kobe have to hit that raw? Why he kiss that whore? Why? All that I been givin' Is this pain that I've been living
the night life It wasn't a pipe dream My legacy tellin' me I live Christ-like I hear what they sayin' but fuck all the weepin' I peep it just keep it, I live
get it, fuck it, peepin' in horn killin' all these pussy niggaz think they keepin' in God Pistol cocked on the block and all they fearin' is death then
Yeah, yeah, know what I'm sayin'? Straight burn biscuits, baby Yeah, give it to 'em raw, uncut Turn them headphones up No doubt son, no problem Creepin
got a hold on the circle Kill you or hurt you, whatever's a virtue Beat you like ya parents when you breaking your curfew (Chorus) Homie, live life to the death
dig your floor and look for raw Where I don't gotta serve no heads Cook no coke, no such thing as feds And there's no such thing as aids And little kids live
crews with techniques Clean streets, hustlers, crack, cocaine Getting back by throwing block parties and basketball games A lot of cash made on Hollis Ave Fast to change, high rollers was living
Split, HOT TWO SPIT! OOH SHIT Spickin' ya rippin' ya for all ya funds I wet ya like a 141 watergunz Cocky like Rocky, got ya scared to death So hold on
drive slow I'm quick to buck a duck and I don't give a fuck about five O A hard core life I toast to ex-flaw Therefore I live raw and went to war with
I suggest that we bubble it all Cop a bundle of raw, start small See if we can double the score I stumble across my share of obstacles Staring death
if you will feeling the meaning of real The meaning of steel you little bitch Ay you screaming for real Chorus (Repeat 2x) All my real live niggas say
a thousand deaths 2 Live Crew, 2 Live Crew Boyz with da bass, boyz with da bass Boyz with da bass, boyz with da bass 2 Live Crew, 2 Live Crew Boyz with
