Lyrics:
or brisk
Cashier handle the tax, cause all niggas had was cents
Homies take different routes home as it pour
Down with the rain, and later on they texting
Da five star pan on tape nigga
Body blows, boom I break niggas
Black cloak, Young Reg Mathis all raise, nigga
You heard Groove? The production all
I had to really go and get the bag
Father forgive me for I'm taking risk
I got da bag
Then I fucked it up cuz I got distracted by a bitch
I ain't get
and eighty two cents"
So we inched ahead in line
Movin' painfully slow
I got a little bored
So I turned on the radio
Click, turned it off
Because my wife was
Yeah yeah, it's the West Coast remix
West side the best side
Snoop, Game, E-40
Nothing can stop me, I'm all the way up
All the way up
I'm all
and all the niggas you claim to
Came were trained by the weak
Double up ya power
Gotta compile it to fuck with me (Ah)
Made it clear like a squeegee
fights at school
Whoever came and made it there fresh was cool
So that taught me
I started stealing dean's walkie-talkies
Five cent a chip
based on my dividends
It makes no sense; dollars and cents for a heightened sense of ignorance
We used to get the props from spitting hot and blowing up
fool me nigga
See me and twin like two G's side by side we like Gucci nigga
And we ain't never beefing if it's ever about coochie nigga
This bitch ain't
if the shoe don't fit
I make it happen like hormones, you been forewarned
I got you mad now 'cause I'm kickin that popcorn
It blows up in a couple
blowin' that stink up
It's seldom that I smoke, but it helps my thinker
Makes me a mathematician about my math
Get celebrity ass, I'm a statistician, rap
Smoke with the switcher, that five stick ya in Hell quicker
All hail the Riddler, the hell he raise, and to Hell with ya
Split up the clique 'cause they
chat
But I don't think it's gonna stop
Still going going by the name "Ziploc"
5 blows going everywhere still 'gon pop
I just pay in a hope that I don't
goin' down
Every time we come around
Y'all throw that money up, catch it comin' down
Every time we come around
Baby let me blow a hundred on you
Every
thangs, my hands are a danger
Not just my trigger, but all five fangers
Lace ya down lace ya up, bury you in mudholes
Welcome to my domain, please deposit
'Sup, nigga, huh?
You know what this shit is?
Stay down and come up, (damn right)
Street niggas is street niggas alike
It ain't even one way, nigga
working real late
Say u love me ion trust it you don't know my real name
Not a cent up in my pocket
Finna change that In a minute
You callin when I'm ballin
Ai Gang shit Overseas shit OOOWOO Its meeee
Woi Sea Sea Two Thousand!
Sea Sea Ai ai ai ai Two Thousand
Bro said pour it up we're gonna get burst
They
to sanitize
I'm coming in fully automatic it's time to sterilize
C M R
We heading up
I moved down south
But near the apps
I still got ties
I live by a code
I
again
This is total five per-cent business!
Say! Can I get some time?
To rock a rhyme, hope so
Heal the deaf, the dumb, the blind, Yes! Yo
Strictly
holla
If it ain't gon make me no cents
This nigga Matt on the line
Like where you at
Told me to pull up on Harvey
With ounces of gas
I'm lookin' like
it
Now that your listening I can't blow it
Gotta show a flow
That'll introduce me to the most
Don't even try to keep up
Just listen to how it's heard
high, hands up high
[VERSE 1: 50 CENT]
You wanna dance lets dance nigga ill take you to da prom
I'm armed tre pound in my palm I'm calm
Nigga my mamma
a cigarette
He had twenty-five cents
It cost a hundred to pay her water bill
She had twenty-five dollars
It cost twenty to get a one-seven
He had fifteen
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