Jon Connor - 2 Words lyrics

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Jon Connor - 2 Words lyrics

[Hook] We in the streets playa get your mail It's only 2 places you'll end up either dead or in jail With no where to go, no where to go, no where to go Still no where to go, no where to go,no where to go yeah Now throw your hands up, hustlers, busters, boosters, hooo Everybody, f** that With no where to go, no where to go, no where to go Still no where to go, no where to go, no where to go [Verse 1: Jon Connor] Yeah look, 2 words fly city, my city From where if you're not empty you'll be doing 2 words, die quickly Represent from where the murder rate set precedent, depressing Crime infested overlooked by the President Population of minorities, only as free as we can afford to be so we don't make the list of priorities n***a, look at where we rest at, naw we don't rest, fact Cuz it's real that my city, two words, d**h trap I do it for the shot up houses, boarded buildings n***as order k**ings more than will and [?] sorry for the children witness dealings while they chillin' Greasin' [?] on the stove, Momma left you in the morning and she still ain't made it home Two words, Jon Connor, Don dotta n***as look hard but they sweet, n***as cherry hands gobstoppers I was always taught stay the f** out of the way And mind your business before you a victim and your boy turn to the witness Let's go [Hook] [Verse 2:Kap Kallous] Two words, I am, one word, ozone, don't you, f** with, two words, my home I get, stressed out, no dough, get that Two words, ski mask, duck down, get back I been, too ill, too long, not to, two words, blow up I will, not you, since we saying 2 words, I'ma flip em 2 birds f** you, straight up, Kap Kallous, do work, two chicks, went raw Get sh**, got real, weed smoke, two hits, we on, E pills Two pounds, broke up, B-I-G posters, everyday struggle, favorite song But hold up, two words ain't enough for me to breakdown the type of sh** I be on Welcome to the mad house, got two doors, choose one, two words good look, look ma, no hands I done, [?] [Hook] [Verse 3: Mickey Wallace] I tell em 1 word, absurd, describe these guys, claiming they your mans Shaking hands, I see through the lies Two words, mother f**er, bandwagon hitch hugger Stay the f** from around s**as, everybody move Three words, go get it, in a hurry, see the vision making money Did I mention making money, pay attention Four words, creeping when I came, f**ing up the lane, nothing was the same for educating brains [?] Five words, Momma was a god damn [?], [?] babies since the 80s, how many of y'all came up like new words to the wise That's why I write with such a hell of a force Holla get em when I recite and keep my hand on the pulse of the people The proper procedure, move a paraplegic, it's a famine, I'm here to feed em Give em something to believe in, screamin' f** two tears in a bucket Learn to stand on our own two, down to [?], stand up and riot Now we taking what's due, now throw your hands up [Hook]

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