Lyrics:
Gang shit
Know GD's and Locies
But homie I'm homie I Bleed for this
Four Five Degrees when my fingers twist
Red laces and chucks on my feet and shit
a youngin playin bills now
So
I put my middle finger up like fuck the world
Fuck the world
Fuck the world
So I put my middle finger up boutta fuck this bitch
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
[cover song of "I Got 5 On It" by Luniz]
[Intro]
Haha, re-re-remix, bitch!
(Throw me that fire!)
We creepin' in, too, baby!
(We got 5
Now I'm baggin' your groceries
Humming some nursery rhymes
It's half past five
It's about that time of the day
Escaped, go behind a little
Tree in
[Chorus: Krayzie & (Layzie)]
Them callin' me Mr. Bill Collector,
Needin' me money, no ease up tonight,
(See niggas can't stand us, so they label
goo)
My fake friends are animals, Judging by they size and they width
Sike wait until November 5th
My fake friends are animals, Judging by they size
Looking for a record deal
Maybe by the end of this little soul searching trip my dreams will finally pay the bills
You can knock me down
Spit in my face
But
stop wit it
[Master P]
They call me the Ghetto Bill got the keys to the city
Hit the club for the girls lookin pretty
Big butts with them little
of your right hand 1 by 1: your thumb - index finger - middle finger - ring finger - little finger. Feel after.
Go with your attention to your right arm,
evidence for
If these things are what you mean by God
Then I believe in God but I
Don't believe in a personal
God to whom I look for comfort or for a
Natural
rising
We all smile
We all sing
Then the girl in the cafe taps me on the shoulder
I realize five years went by and I'm older
Memories smolder,
than a cocaine binger
And now I got no 9 to 5 and still labor days flicker
And now I got a 9mm Q-tip with an itchy trigger finger
See, I really don't
pocket pull out lent man i ain't have a dime
Couldn't pay the bills shit got real but nobody care
Who got your back who by your side nobody there nobody
generation like those destroyed when little boy dropped
Utility bills kill joy,been apprehensive since my voice dropped
Worried that I'll scuttle from
like a preemptive strike.
Hit the 5:30 mass early Saturday night.
Ring ring ring goes the telephone.
Tell my little lamb that I'm on my way home.
[Chorus: Krayzie & (Layzie)]
Them callin' me Mr. Bill Collector,
Needin' me money, no ease up tonight,
(See niggas can't stand us, so they label
Whoa
And you say New York City (uh huh)
Back by popular demand (ah ya ya ya ya ya ya ya)
You been waitin' in the bay for us so long baby
We had
Devine making sure we gettin' it up front
My little brother Boo got that vision baby-y!
I get it in 'till sunrise
Doing ninety in a sixty five
Devine making sure we gettin' it up front
My little brother Boo got that vision baby-y!
I get it in 'till sunrise
Doing ninety in a sixty five
One hundred five Americans will be gunned down today
In the land of the free
And the home of the brave
Forty will be murdered, sixty five by their
appreciation, no more hesitation, reparations
Focus on innovation
In the middle of the night, with a pistol by my side, there isn't no place for us to
hide
When
bill[00:58.77]Sorry if I'm getting political or vent a little[01:00.40]But this shits been on my mind still[01:02.18]I don't know[01:02.60]Last I
finger
Big batty gyal, locked Insta
Wray in her cup now she wants some mixup
I dunno why this girls' still trust me
Fuckries, I just wan' jeet and bill it
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