Two Step Lyrics - Murs feat. King Fantastic

King Fantastic Have a Nice Life cover art
Release information
Release Date: 2015-5-18
Genre: Hip Hop
length: 3:07
producer: Jesse Shatkin
writer: Nick Carter, Maurice D. Washington
I always knew life could be super short
Ever since they busted out the super sport
Brevity, levity, bitter I could never be
Young for a ***** born in the late seventies
Heavenly, my wife cause she loves me in spite
Of all the crazy **** I be saying when we fight
Shout a kite to my ***** locked up, now Reece home
Making music for the kids, ***** we grown
Put your phone down, look me in the eye
Or you can talk that **** to another guy
I swear to God I would kick you in the button fly
And jump up and down on your skull 'til you ****ing die
Y'all probably want to dance so ignore me
That club life ain't ever been for me
You basic *****es just bore me
If I got to buy you a drink you can't afford me

Gun shots on a good day
No ski masks, that's the hood way
Little kids wishing that they could play
Looking for a hook or something Jay-Z would say

I got two shots left in my twenty-two two step
Two shots left in my twenty-two two step

Deuce-deuce in my tennis shoe
Hood ***** brought a burner to the interview
Might catch a beef on the bus home
Tell them gang-bang bullies get the **** gone
In my zone with a brand new playlist
Walked right past my ex, didn't say ****
Then I changed my mind like, "Ay *****!"
"Tell your new boyfriend he can't fake this!"
Spent my last check on some new kicks
The rest at the movies on my new chick
I got fired on some bullshit
Snitch, ****-boy that I never should've fooled with
And I ain't ever wrote a résumé
But I had my cousin make me one yesterday
I need more hours and some better pay
Back when I was hustling that was something I would never say

Gun shots on a good day
No ski masks, that's the hood way
Little kids wishing that they could play
Looking for a hook or something Jay-Z would say

I got two shots left in my twenty-two two step
Two shots left in my twenty-two two step

Ten toes down nineteen seventy-nine
Southern California dummy repping heavy with mine
These **********ing actors are not to a factor
Hilary Spunner is a cold black bastard
No master, no father, I raise me crazy
A ***** clean it up, when I had a couple babies
Well maybe, just maybe, you can oh thank me
Fresh out the county feeling crazy
No, eight months feeling turnt, don't pay me
I used to be a mess my *****
Only thing could kill me was stress my *****
Had to give that **** a rest my *****
I just did a couple years, none left my *****
I can't do another stretch my *****
So it's either shut it down, or it's death my *****

Gun shots on a good day
No ski masks, that's the hood way
Little kids wishing that they could play
Looking for a hook or something Jay-Z would say

I got two shots left in my twenty-two two step
Two shots left in my twenty-two two step

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Tracklist
CD 1
  • 1 Have a Nice Life
  • 2 Surprises
  • 3 Mi Corazon
  • 4 Woke Up Dead
  • 5 P T S D
  • 6 Okey Dog
  • 7 Pussy and Pizza
  • 8 Two Step
  • 9 No More Control
  • 10 Skatin Through the City
  • 11 Anyways
  • 12 The Worst
  • 13 Black Girls Be Like
  • 14 I Miss Mikey