This is a song about "Two plus two is four"

My tongue is da sword, double-edge, two heads

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

Telling me shutup, i’m leaving youthe reason you ain’t even got one

I mad plus i got a mad shortgun, aim at two niggas and see them both run.

I gotta tell you that my love is true

Yes it is true, the battle started with two

Move like i’m walking with an open case

Who is at the house for no longer than two days

Gasoline and matches is disastrous, one match two match, a fire flashes,

Just can't understand why we gettin respect nowmomma told me they're be days like this

I don't understand how this game made us strangers, look

Get a gold or two bitch, this shit is textbook

The wealthy are top two, upper middle class is eight percent,

They say i walk around like i got a s on my chest

So anything do is everything to you

Just clouded spittin through rappers two by two