Texty:
One Life Crew The Quick And The Dead

times were hard There is a difference between you and me The quick and the dead Which one will you be? The quick or the fucking dead Life is hard you

heartless That's why I can't figure for the life of me You'd want to start this My crew is bottomless Street Lobotomists Gun slingers Glock cocked and

all the players got the girls 'cause they'd hustle and rob I was like makin' 'bout 1-50 a week And after taxes, you know what that is lunch meat And

, don't even talk to me At school you dropped Math, Science and History And then you get on the mic and try to act smart Well, let me tell you one thing

stop making this funky-ass shit to ride to And other rap crews can see Dangerous Crew got the funky beats And when I see ya, and act like I don't know

by bitches with guns and sex toys Blind love for money, head and warm steel Coke off the boat, wrapped in banana peels Life's so pricey, it's sendin' ya body chills And

it"} Tryin to be a diamond in the game I been one Killin niggaz with the flow, H1N1 You can get a buck-fifty quick, a thin one Before rap I had a drug

Trifle and larceny in the fuckin' house My nigga klep in the fuckin' house And me, cheek Del Vec aight uhh, check it Snake killin' ass niggas, JM one

of your crew Quick the spirit biggie smalls and the comin'on clique, yeah God bless the dead God bless the dead God bless the dead God bless the dead