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Numbers in the air like ticker tape.

58, 56, 54,
Good angels at my door.
63, 62, 61, 60, 59, 58,
Good angels at my gate.

Throw a seven down,
Place another
'em toasters no more!
I just clapped three people, you gon' be number four!
If you don't back the fuck up and get the fuck off the floor!
My crew is
can't even stop us because they know!
Runyan Avenue soldiers hold us down, rep where ever we go!
Chugging on our 40's and holding our forty-fo's!
We
can't even stop us because they know!
Runyan Avenue soldiers hold us down, rep where ever we go!
Chugging on our 40's and holding our forty-fo's!
We
are smoked
4 in his pocket, a diamond-up chain and some coke
Champion hood, the goodies in the brown back
By the radiator near the cookies
About your house being broken into
Do you ever worry
About your car being taken away from you
In broad daylight
Down highway 54
Do you ever worry
minute is wasted time
She gets a little bit closer to saying goodbye
This seven-forty-seven can't go fast enough, fast enough

I could use a drink right
I got a fresh line up, fresh outfit
'Bout to have the parking lot on smash
Plus I got a Chevy with a 4-54 in the hood that bitch got 1-25 in the dash
to the Chevy fire it up and takin' off
Baby slow it down 'cause you movin' too fast
Ya ass too fine to be movin' too fast
Back to the thuggin, now I'm sippin
Well, I left Kentucky back in forty nine
An' went to Detroit workin' on a 'sembly line
The first year they had me puttin' wheels on Cadillacs

Every
Well, I left Kentucky back in forty nine
An' went to Detroit workin' on a 'sembly line
The first year they had me puttin' wheels on Cadillacs

Every
County of Selano
Get off a magazine and meet me over there by McDonald's
That's why I used to get my yola stacks off
Back then I was small time, all I
and fame
Everything that I dreamed of to get a start in life's game
But suddenly it happened I lost every dime
But I'm richer by far with a satisfied mind
Woke up in new york city lying on the floor
Just outside of monsey's west 54
Well
You gonna know my name by the end of the night
Yeah
You gonna
store bought stuff
And home was on a hillside forty miles from Poplar Bluff

[Chorus:]
Forty miles back in Missouri there's a different way of life
The desert wind blowing your hair back
Window down, town after town
Where will we be in half a century?
Two down and forty eight to go 

The sun rises in
got to get used to living on the lam 

Now Mary's out the door with a loaded forty four in her hand
Shooting down the law that shot down her dear
Venoms
With international plugs like nine Organized emblems
Get it?  Twenty Thousand Leagues, extra deep
Runnin' with the number thirteen with my 40
store bought stuff
And home was on a hillside forty miles from Poplar Bluff

[Chorus:]
Forty miles back in Missouri there's a different way of life
forty eight hours and twenty five dollars in change

We'll get a double dip down
At the Tasty Freeze
Listen to the gossip
Laugh till we can't breath
ring the bell another forty time
The neighbor dog made me lose my mind
Now I see her car slide down the road

It's love
To my mind
Yeah
Yeah
Oh,
I usually tell you take your time
Go forty-five, ease in your drive
I put it in park come inside
While you get ready
We lay it back we take it
won't extinguish
I need some forty ounce mother uh! Old English
Put the top in my mouth put the bottom to the ceilin
Drink it down down until I get that
the po-po don't let me hold them toasters no mo'
I just cut three people, you gon' be number four
If you don't back the fuck up, and get the fuck up off
the po-po don't let me hold them toasters no mo'
I just cut three people, you gon' be number four
If you don't back the fuck up, and get the fuck up off