Lyrics:
nah
I got seven bitches with me, Kaepernick
Yeah, R.I.P. Nipsey, I can tell you how they get rich
I can tell you how to die or how to live in this
prepared? I hope you are prepared nigga
'Cause you know this is album number two
Yes more bitches than before
There'll be more bitches, more and more and more
of my crew
I got a hundred strong-arm niggas ready to rock your shit
Clocks tick, your days are numbered in low digits
You look suspicious, suspect
Kenny Parker on the
mix!
[Special K]
Yes yes I'm Special K
On New York's Two show on WBDP
This is the brand new one by KRS-One
I saw it coming, I was aware from earlier
This crew's watching me, they all envy
It's cool, keep watching me i will burn ya
I'm just tryna live but
Women, if you love me, please let me know
Tie rags around your neck and learn the sets we throw
These are the days of our lives and I'm sorry to the fans
of the club, sippin' Moet, is where you'll find me (what?)
The back of the club, mackin' hoes, my crew's behind me (uh)
Mad question askin', blunt passin',
Yeah, what up
[the show is over]
Welcome to the final frontier
Soul position
Rjd2 on the beats plus myself, blueprint, on the
Rhymes
[the
namin' names again (what?)
All you motherfuckers know that I speak from the heart (uh)
Play like you don't know L-O-X is gon' bark
We can take it there,
Young Mula Crew
And we got them bitches like 2 live crew
How do I do? That do I do like finger rays
Trust me I have seen the days when
The sun would burn
Yeah this one goes out to all the ladies in the house
I need two to stand by me when the chips are down and
Stick around while I defend my
full of lead
Everyone in the crew knew what I said
would mean by morning, somebody else soon would be dead
Let's peel their caps back
The cars
the proof, they want a number
We don't deny what is wrong with our lives
We can't decide what is left of our right to silence our remains
Buried in
gold
And maybe get rich, hol' up
Trinidad Jame$ in four weeks but now my album platinum and shit, so what?
Y'all keep the numbers
I'm more than
By reuniting
Two heads are better
Than what I hear
Let's kiss and make up
No use to break up
We need each other, dear
Why should we shake up
on the scene
Well, it's not that we're rowdy, rude, raunchy or loud
But a match into nitro is like my crew into a crowd
I'ma take a minute or maybe I'll take two
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin' (yeah, not the mid is low now, turn the mics up some more)
Our music keeps you movin' what are
And the fact that you are living is what life is all about
So live your life to the fullest
According to your happiness and the betterment of all
Damn man,
gon' rule like me
Keep it true like me, Cole you might be
Like the new Ice Cube, meets the new Ice-T
Meets 2 Live Crew, meets the new Spike Lee
Meets
to Ultra 85
Woo
What's up? What's happenin'? Bitch, we live
Probably thought you'd never see the day of Ultra 85
It's been a minute, but, baby, yeah,
are takin' by me to awaken
People to life but I feel no fakin'
No jivin',no lyin',no frontin',no playin'
Say exactly what's up,understand what I'm
yeah, you know how we go
My best friend Steven at the Home Depot
Laurelton is in the house, I can't forget Southside
Walk past MCs like that girl did
silver, celebrate that
Anybody get rude to the Roll Deep crew
No long ting we regulate that
Yo, my name is Skepta
I'm in Roll Deep but I live in North
man, rippin' bi-coastal like a postal man
And when we come, you know we came to get it
And what you need to do is bounce if you ain't fuckin' with it
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