gonna stop, we rock, We got better, stock together, Through whatever, we'll stay on top, unite It gets better, we're together, Through whatever, we're stay on top
Translation: US5. Stay On Top.
gonna stop, we rock We got better, still together Through whatever, we'll stay on top, you not It gets better, we're together Through whatever, we'll stay on top
ever gonna stop, we rock We got better, still together Through whatever, we'll stay on top, you not It gets better, we're together Through whatever, we'll stay on top
stop, we rock, We got better, stock together, Through whatever, we'll stay on top, unite It gets better, we're together, Through whatever, we're stay on top
just aint inside And I feel like lately I went from top 5 to remaining 5 My favourite rappers either lost it or they aint alive And they tryna bring us down me, Weezy and Stunna We stayed
noize] My niggas we bout to go all the way You know what it is [laugh] [Chorus: Layzie & Krayzie] (All the way) And we gone make it to the top on this
days when the year was '89 Little nigga on da grind, gotta get mine doing my crime Wid two in here, steady stackin' my ends Puttin' my serve down on
we thuggin' it up Look at a creepin' on ah come up Ooh, we don't wanna murda ya, and it's so mysterious How many niggas wanna kill us will they run up
,if we all die then we all sell, The only one thang gonna get us by and thats the ball game, 5 million on the crib 50 thousand on the dog tag, cracks on
you stay in position Nigga, I'll hawk your ass, wanna fit in my shoes And you cowards can't walk my path I don't know nobody fuckin' wit us I ain't Gerome
and out, all for the streets Turn the bass up and try not to fuck up your seats Rock that shit, every corner, knock that shit Niggaz try to front on us
I had 'em shook like coach on Reggie Bush With that 4-5 coat hanger, bang em and let me push I used to get my ass wooped for listenin to spice 1 On the
on the name But they all washed up like Eddie Kane The slab roof like David Blaine, it disappear like magic Glock nineteen, made of plastic, might stretch ya out just like elastic I stay up on
can't stand it With more Fruitier Loops then that Toucan Sam Bitch Plus, the Bombazee got me wild Fuckin' with us is a straight suicide 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5
on We all know dats how the game should go We all know most of us love the same hoes Like Carla the preachers daughter fucked wit the barber Over there on
