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2 Live Crew Let It Rip

At any time, you are conscious of a tingling sensation Don't be embarrassed about opening your mouth And letting rip with all you've got

who ghostwrite for me, my brain sails/sells Now believe it, better place checks Bad Boy, big things nigga, HF [Classy Freddie Blassy] I put it down for mine, my crew live

'm a grime MC and i won't change, Doing it again, doing it my own way I'm a grime MC and i won't change, Doing it again, doing it my own way I'm a grime

know your name well Guess who ghostwrite for me, my brain sails, sells Now believe it, better place checks, Bad Boy, big things nigga, HF I put it down for mine, my crew live

2 Dope) See most motherfuckers is scared to kill a motherfucker It takes three of us working on this track that ain?t scared of shit Killa give it to

real G's Quick to snatch your ugly ass, off the streets So fuck peace I'll let them niggas know It's on for Life Don't let the west side Ride the

a dread It's magnetic like live poets metal hands on top of my nuts that's pathetic If you heard it, then I said it When it rains it pours don't wet

fate in the palm of my hand Blow you away like it's part of the plan I gotta call it like I see it, talk it like I be it Walking my walk, thugged out

concensions, time will clash On ya cipher, lyric concealed behind whirlwind fire Or flood, draw blood from wack souls as I smack hoes Live concensive, or yes 'em, it