1.Intro The Real One
2.2 Live Is Here
Juvenile voice：
I love my music, my nasty music, it makes me happy, when i am
sad,
You don't know how, how much i love it, please don't take my 2
live away...
Clay d：
Yo-o-o-o-o-o, let's go! (heyy!!)
Get it up, get it up! (come on!)
Come on now, get it! (everybody!!)
Get it up, get it up! (come on!)
2 live is here, come on! (heyyyyy!)
Everybody! (come on, come on!)
Just get on down! (just get on down!)
Let's go! let's go! (ow! ow!)
Heyyyyyy!
Verse 1
The nastiest niggas representin' the south
With the freakiest bitches from the sunshine state
Dissin' off niggas out to playa hate
Butt-naked hoes is all we do
'cause no one got the freaks like the crew
Runnin' through the nation without a care
Holler at your boys, 2 live is here!
'em
After me there'll be no more left of 'em
The last booty-shake gangsta
Look at all the bread that the booty can make ya
I got the booty doin' big thangs
So bow down to the kings of the motherfuckin' booty-game
Well-known worldwide,
This is 2 live, until the day i die!
Chorus：
(2 live crew) (they're back!)
(2-2 live crew) (say-whut-say-whut？)
(2 live crew) (they're-back-they're-back!)
(2 live crew) (get-loose-get-loose-now!)
(2 live crew) (they're-back-they're-back!)
(2-2 live crew) (say whut？)
(2-2 live crew) (get-loose-get-loose-now!)
(2 live crew) (they're back!)
Verse 2
They dropped the ban and set us free
Lil' joe turned us loose in the united states
To see how much wreck we'd create
'cause there ain't no party like a 2 live party
'cause a 2 live party don't stop!
So come to the party and have no fear
Holler at your boys, 2 live is here!
Dickin' a bitch's mouth off in a trickin' house
Ridin', lickin', peepin', blowin'
Stop, pick up the bitch that's hoin', and keep goin'
Marquis ain't gon' ever change
I'ma stay in the street just as well as my name
Shine like the diamond i'm named after
When it comes to trickin' hoes, i'm a motherfuckin' master
Chorus
Verse 3
Respect is due when you mention our name
Representin' the south with the bottom-boy style
Known worldwide with the miami style
'cause there ain't nothin' better in any land
Than the brother marquis and the chinaman!
Bow down to the best from far and near
It's the real ones, baby, 2 live is here!
Watchin' my ones stack, i got it like that
Bitches know what's the time with me
I fuck 'em 'till they skeet and leave they name in the street
Brother marquis ain't nothin' to fuck with
So don't get mad if i fuck and i nut quick
I'm off the chain, i'm off the key
Uncut g, nasty as i wanna be
Chorus
Clay d：
Heyy! oww, work it! (don't stop, don't stop!)
Pump it up, pump it up! (pump it up, get it up!)
Get-get it, get it! (come on, come on!)
Shake, get-get it! (ow, just work it!)
Work yo' body! (shake it, shake it!)
Don't stop, work it! (don't, don't...)
Oww! pump it up, pump it up! oww! (get loose now!)
A party, baby! (say what, say what!)
2 live, baby! (it ain't nothin' but a party!)
It's '98! (come on, let's get it!)
Just work it on, get it on!
Shake it on, get it on! (2 live crew!)
Yo' body! (you know we gotta, get loose now!)
Chorus
3.2 Live Party
Ouh!
Do you wanna have a, party
2 live is throwin' another, party
Funkin' ab shakin', party
Ten thousand motherfuckers at the, party
We're going to see ya at the, party
Another motherfuckin' 2 live, party
Dig this how we love to party
Dance fools all over shakin' they body
70's music to rulin' to this
Go from south beach to san francisco
A late night fever sex crazed land
While dance ho's to the one night stand
Swettin' the freaks with the tightest skirts
Talk about the ride, a sixties vert
Listenin' to oldies bumpin' to sounds
Forget that shit buy the underground
Underground station that ain't legit
Playin' them cus words dropping that shit
Party from the club, to the streets
Hangin' on cars to listen them freaks
It ain't over, it's time to play
Don't stretch ya'll lets party
Do you wanna have a, party
2 live is throwin' another, party
Funkin' ab shakin', party
Ten thousand motherfuckers at the, party
We're going to see ya at the, party
Another motherfuckin' 2 live, party
I put my hand up on your hip
When i dip you dip we dip
So c'mon baby just pop that p
And watch freak nasty throw the d, yeah
Ain't nuthin' like a 2 live party
When them ho's freak everybody
Them other girls just ball me
But the 2 live girls make me so horny
I had a ho doin' this and him
Marquis had a ho doin' her and him
China man have them gettin' down low
My boy king b was bringin' 3 mo
Come one come all if you can hang
But you gotta move somethin' to do the damn thing
Clay d got the bottle and i got the blunt
2 live, freak nasty what's up
Do you wanna have a, party
2 live is throwin' another, party
Funkin' ab shakin', party
Ten thousand motherfuckers at the, party
We're going to see ya at the, party
Another motherfuckin' 2 live, party
What'll know 'bout havin' a party
All up in the club they envy everybody
You make the money so spend it
Belly bumpin' benzes lookin' like millions
I'm in the back of the club gettin' blessed g-fresh
Drinkin' n' smokin' the best and nothin' less
Champagne poppin', chicken heads flockin'
The dj's rockin', got the whole house hoppin'
Lets make this night one to remember
If you fuckin' with me, you fuckin' with a real nigga
You can jump in the vert baby and ride out
How you suckin' me up, that's the high dive
Tell a bitch quick i ain't beggin' nor buyin'
Get the fuck up out my face, who the fuck you tryin'
I'm a good time nigga, that's what i'm all about
Get the money get the pussy, get the map, i'm out
Do you wanna have a, party
2 live is throwin' another, party
Funkin' ab shakin', party
A thousand motherfuckers at the, party
We're going to see ya at the, party
Another motherfuckin' 2 live, party
4.Freaks Inherit The Earth
5.Freak Ho
6.Take It Off
7.Don't Get Busted By A Texas Ranger
8.Bottle And A Blunt(Feat.Luniz)
9.The Real One
Only the realest can feel us, cap-peelers and killers
Hundred-dollar billers and real niggas
Bitches with dime figures, telekenesis in my mind
Make my diamonds shine, then i blind niggas
Pussy punk perpatrators and playa haters
They can't fade us 'cause we two of the greatest
Back out to let 'em have it, fake fucks and faggots
Bow down in the presence of players and kiss the karats
A wrist full of (？) for all the maggots
Back up and get embarrassed, bitch, get off my carriage
Uncut, no lactose, hear the raw dose
Straight off the key, 100% g
Who's puttin' it down on miami's behalf
Home of the nickel (？) and the raw half
Everywhere we go, the impression's felt
The real is stamped on the bag and the dope is dealt
Chorus (2x)：
Gat in the back, sunroof top,
Real one on the scene with the gangsta lean
The real one!
Huh？
Whut？
The real one!
Huh, nigga whut？
It's '98, playa, check your game
Make sure them young boys respect your name
Keep your heed at arms, reached, cocked and ready
'cause the streets'll catch you slippin' and rock you steady
Watch your back with your homies that you feel is real
Your homeboys from your crew, yeah, they're the ones who do
Yeah, the suckas that got the playa hater venom,
I wanna take 'em outside and lay slugs up in 'em
But that's trippin', and that ain't my sport
I'd rather lamp up my cirb and flip to rob a port
I sip my v-dozen on the street, bump my beats
When i'm twistin' my dub, can't nobody compete
Imagine this
Hundred-g lex on your wrist
Imagine this
About 10 karats on your fist
Imagine this
All dime hoes on your list
Huh, that shit would be nice, but your name ain't ice
Nigga trip
And screw the style and so on, rock you softly
How you gonna step to me, kid, you grew up off me
Tv, movies and records and tours
So many buses in versace i don't wear it no more
Called my nigga in miami, 'marquis, wussup？'
He said, 'playa, chop some game on this bubblin' cut!'
I said, 'shoot me the track, or you can come too,
Or if y'all wanna ball in cali, i'll fly in your whole crew.'
Chorus
I'ma stay in the field, on a quest for the mil's
And try to keep it real till i die or get killed
So i can sit back and kick it, write my own ticket
And live this lavish lifestyle of trickin' and big-dickin'
Seein' that the west and the south's connected
Formulatin', plottin' game to perfection
Down with the syndicate, bossin' new tennis shit
Crimes cold defended, get caught, do the sin
There's politickin' in the 600, drunk and blunted
That's how we front it, but you don't wanna run up on it
Inside the club packin', actin',
Got my bitch at home c-sackin', got my ones stackin'
Parlay, playin' diamond link, cubin' cable
Baddest bitches in the stable, mo' money on the table
I'm back in the game to show 'em how it's done
Ice-t and marquis, you're fuckin' with the real one!
10.Come On, Get Up And Dance
11.Shake Your Pants
12.Playa Hatas
13.Bring That Money To Me
14.Raise The Roof(Feat.Verb)
15.It's Time
16.World Famous
17.Show You A Shot
18.On Top Of Ol' Rachelle
19.Call Me
20.Ay Papi
21.Ride With Me(Bottom Style)
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