krush groove

we on our third song

we on our third song

heyyeyy

you understand it

i'm official with mine; i'm double-clutchin

on the fo'-wheel

pushin quarters like niggaz doin dope deals

fo' cut 50 like a verse and a half

i cut the brick and now we countin the math

we 'bout that birdplay

my crew's committed

you dudes gon' get it

have a seat you through when i'm finished

my troopers is fitted

got 'em posted out in brooklyn

hollis queens to the bridge

we in the studio the figgaro done did it again

we got factors out in the ditch where they smackin a bitch

i got homies out in the bronx where they bustin at cops

it ain't no game with the underground

came from the underground

pushin a hundred thousand

we out the trunk

never browsin

jt

another boss from the bay

and rest in peace to my boy mac dre

what'chu say nigga?

jt

another boss from the bay

and rest in peace to my boy mac dre

motherfucker

hey yo it seem to me like e'rybody got they own truth

believe me i'm in them sheets like phonebooths

i play the game i was born to score

but i'm a lil' too cute for them corner stores

a little too

known

to stand on the block

and a lil' too eager to sit in the spot

mami

i'm from the eastside

yup yes that side

heads fly if i open ya chest that wide

gimme a bad vibe end up on ya backside

or you can get your back and side splatted in back of ya ride

and i can make it happen

if i don't make it rappin

this lump of satan i'm packin thrash 'em with a major passion

i slash ya face and fracture you flashin in the latest fashion

and have you dashin from manhattan all the way to aspen

your shit is whack

heard your tape and had to take an aspirin

step ya game up

listen

before i get up in the mornin i ask the lord for strength

tryin to get my niggaz out the hood

you know how the forces get

it's like the devil got a hold of my neck

and i'm gettin this change runnin 'round reppin my set

momma used to look at me funny; she could tell her baby boy changed

must be out there gettin some money

but it's a price for everything

you know how the game go

for them birds niggaz'll cock back the calico

now you introduced to the beef

what'chu gon' do now?

bitch up

skid in your crib

or pull them tools out?

a lot of niggaz is real

a lot of niggaz is fake

a lot of niggaz shake your hand and shake hands with jake

fuck what'chu heard

i startled your brain

i hit the spot like a {?} in ballers and jeans

on some eighty-eight shit

more raw" than kane