Lyrics:
in the chest
They never breathe again
Route 20 in the fitness see the streets again
What's a man tryna wake up
Who can't wake up?
Back guards face
glass, overdrive, we're gonna pass
Twenty five tons of hardened steel rolls on no ordinary wheel
The hardest part of the armored guard
Big man of steel
pocket
But I rocked that like it don't cost a thing
Get'cha five's, get'cha ten's, get'cha twenties out
Get'cha five's, get'cha ten's, get'cha twenties
jasper]
Ya shell shocked, cuts a rock mad blood Vulcan like Spock
Pull ya ribs out suck ya own cock
Block twenty-five knots laid up outta luck
Cut ya
is Babe Ruth
The Sultan of Swat, the Bambino"
I smoke twenty-five goddamn Black Cuban cigars a day
I had meat for breakfast, lunch, and dinner
I
twenty two thousand feet high
How many blunts a day is that
Just to get by, just to get by
I spent like
Man what I gotta do
I spent like
Twenty three
soldiers, Halliburton workers make
Fourteen thousand dollars a month, privates earn thirteen G's a year
Plus two-twenty five extra, taking fire in combat
Bang bang same thang game came when I left em
I do it by my lonely now I'm the Big Homie
[Slick Rick]
But I'm his Royal Slickness
I'm sure these two were a part of it
Alright, good work everyone
So we pull up the county
They uncuff us in the back, watching niggaz mean mug us
my meals
Everything that I had ate
Up to twenty twenty two date
And dropped it on my birthday
Present to me you could say
Yeah
This is all part
pocket
But I rocked that like it don't cost a thing
Get'cha five's, get'cha ten's, get'cha twenties out
Get'cha five's, get'cha ten's, get'cha twenties
shatterproof glass, overdrive we're gonna pass
Twenty five tons of hardened steel, rolls on no ordinary wheel
The hardest part of the armored guard
Big man
1, 2, X is comin' for you
3, 4, you better lock your door
5, 6, get your crucifix
7, 8, don't stay up late
1, 2, X is comin' for you
3, 4,
176 in the world.
REFEREE:
100.
COMMENTATOR 2:
The treble 20 getting a cheer there.
No, I didnt, actually. Hopefully he can go on a bit of a run,
U.S.S.R.
P.L.O. style got thrown out the car
and ran over, by the Method Man jeep
Divine can't define my style is so deep
like pussy, my low cut fade stay
Just know you gonna be great like you always been destined
Keep me by your side you'll never need no protection
A little girl is waking up this
five ten fifteen twenty. I heard they got fifty."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah" "Ay nigga what? Ay nigga where you from?"
"Get that motherfucker! Get that
Just hit Twenty Years Old, I've been married for a year and five
Months and we'll grow old, I'm just not the type to waste my time
And yeah this
So over you is the greatest enemy a
Man can have and that is
Fear i know some of you are
Afraid to listen to the truth
You have been raised on fear
Wanna be a baller, shot caller
Twenty-inch blades on the Impala
Call her, gettin' laid tonight
Swisha rolled tight, got sprayed by Ike
I hit
Wanna be a baller, shot caller
Twenty-inch blades on the Impala
Call her, gettin' laid tonight
Swisha rolled tight, got sprayed by Ike
I hit
your breath
You pray for death
And then you're on the air!
Ninety little minutes to survive
In front of twenty million people
5, 4, 3, 2
Welcome
twenty-five gyal
Dem man roll with twenty-five man!
I knew it would happen, saw it coming
That's why it's our music they're plugging
I push grime hard, I go in
deals so I'm a pa
Twenty G's on the chain and I'm still worth a couple blocks
It started in that temp, flippin' mids by them O-Z's
On the hill wit
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