D'wayne Wiggins - Two's and Few's lyrics

*(Richie Rich talking)* Understand Off the gin once again! Rhythm & Rhyme gang to take you way back Richie Rich, Rhythm & Green Breakin briz-ead Verse 1 *(Crown Jul)* Before records an rap nimphos I mack the pencil Listenin to my stack of demos from the back of limo's Laced in Polo Wit Timbo's Tastin Mosloe Now my local vocals Get heard from the "O" to Accapulco You know Associate the name wit big dank, an bank statements Flows is famous The aim is "Take over entertainment" We freshmen But put it down wit vet-rans We only out to win Money stretchin Now count the spend An since we sure shots These poor sports not Please let the cork pop Wanna short stop My Fort Knox So I got more rocks I torch hot Wit infrared Newport dot An once the courts drop It takes me to the feds resort spot Hit licks like on a guitar My broads get charged Rhymes hard like the times It's in the card I get mines Whip a North Star System Reclinin Ballin like Pippen We on a mission You would want to kick in Don't make us start trippin Chorus *(Dwayne Wiggins)* Can we get a few? (Understand) My crew was never fakin moves Heaven when we come through Oh yeah! Don't make us give or take our two's Let us break a few (Understand) Hit you wit the game that's true The music makes ya groove La-di-da-da-da (Richie Rich, Rhythm & Green, breakin briz-ead, fizzle) That's really all we came to do Verse 2 *(Richie Rich) Me an my kinfolk Been folk See back before the Town was on brown We was pine a gin folk Spendin ten fold Now I'm pushin a five Moves made Look into my sack of dues paid "Two's an Few's" Enough to put the cat on the news A mug shot To say they found him on a drug spot Think not! I pop this wit those who pop knots Wit die hard visions of pushin a drop rock In my ghetto The Amaretto Be more than sour Slug money Jack off at the club money Them figureens Went in them 80's Turned to leens Now these hustlas puttin they cream in rap schemes Therefore we fiend For sh** like Rhythm & Green An make moves Lick 'em Split 'em An shake fools To s**a crews Can't hear ya like fake dues Our knots locked While you jock We make moves *(Chorus)* 1x Verse 3 *(Rame Royal)* I'm out to get a couple My fullest bid is to hustle Wit bundle in my drawls Don't hate Donate to the cause Cuz it's a constant struggle All my work I try an sell In attempts to bubble Behind a trail of clientel Movin CD's an tapes like weight Turn a few G's To a whole estate Bettin an raisin stakes This the big play maker Throwin hay makers An bustin rounds for the paper Straight up and down wit no chaser An the Rhythm we give 'em is 100% pure Wit raw feel Like "boy" "It's the Real McCoy" My convoy moves-isim Like playin Bingo That's up to par Like Lee Travino For more chips than a casino Makin "Music & Mail" Rubber band wrapped stacks Hand in hand served sacks Keep the stance jam packed For that damn scratch We act foolish The game is old schoolish Get your "Two's an Few's" An leave the boys in blue clueless *(Chorus)* x1 La-la-la! Can we get our "Two's an Few's"? (Can we get our "Two's an Few's"?) The music makes you move We wanna know Can we get our "Two's an Few's"? We made our moves We have made our moves!! *(Rame Royal talking)* Bendin corners for "Two's an Few's" Yeah with the Rhythm & Green An the Dubble R Hustlin for "Two's an Few'" You know Uh. Whats up? Fa sho "Two's an Few's" man (that's right) Pimpin for that sh**