Lyrics:
And believe I ain't gon' stop
Until the midwest mine
Yeah, yeah
Everybody wanna hear the fast flow
Comin' out the C-L-E-V-E-L-A-N-D you better
Be rippin'
this bitch like a I.V.
And i bet none of these niggas try me
Talk shit and we slidin', no high beams
Like yeah
Cause i gotta see what he on and shit
She
give me a pinch
Theyll take a mile as soon as u give em a inch
Gave bro da 5 he flipped it by ten gave him et ten told him flip it again
He did it again
If not, it gets dropped, I can't hear it (fuck off)
Yeah, two milli by twenty, who can say that? Not many (woo)
Sick and I'm ready, skinny but
Niggaz hate it, cause' my name
That's what takin' these hoes!
Thirty-six zones, on the fuckin shelf at the stores
Ya better get before it goes! .....And
road
Five fuckin' rights then a left and got home
Then we count the score like the fuckin' end zone (yeah)
I know they watchin' so I gotta put it
In my zone hey yeah yeah
Seh mi neva love di Five-O
Deh pon road but mi haffi break di cycle
All we need is guidance more time
In the dark you can
a house, detached
And a porch, had the wagon matted black
And a Porshe, that's a brother's Cadillac
I survived, I survived
I'm alive, Johnny 5, all my
(Listen)
It was '07 when I said that grime wouldn't get man a mortgage (listen)
Now I'm in a five bed yard and it turns out man could afford it
It
commit me
Here lies the body of a female in her 40's
A New York City refugee deceased in North Woodholly
Survived by 5 cigarettes
In a pack of American
yeah
I'm popping out, popping out, yeah
I'm popping out, popping out
I don't ever listen to these other guys
Wanna be a millionaire by thirty-five
to tell that I'm doing well
A wholesale, cook crack 'till my clothes smell
And if it all goes well by the end of the year
then I'm gone, I ain't going
Nous on te refait le portrait appelle pas l'designer
Jouez pas avec nous on est le 9 3 Babies
Frelon la zone est minée, les hommes bougent en silence
Suicide hood and 4-do's swangin the frame
Cocked up and sideways when I'm tippin the lane
Showin Asshole By Nature so they know what I claim
Ain't no
Of the nation of the 5%
That's it, I tell the gent brothers to represent
We left the rally now we're maxing uptown
8th Ave, 25th, 45th, and the Polo Grounds
by the fog
And Donnie I ain't forgot you, ain't a damn thang changed
It's SK to the death, I'm still repping the game
So I'ma ride for the team, when I
the last laugh
Bet you that my funerals packed
And the tune you all blast is my crew's shit
New shit or old it don't matter
Bold I get swole in the zone
a high five
And it ain't easy to make change so I don't try
Home ain't the same since I left so the death I
Gotta maintain a constant push
I live
[Chorus: x5]
Yo what's up now potna
Now what the fuck is gone tangle me
To get 'em to understanding in this motherfucker
Mike Gold back up in
only recall a handful
(couple) most got locked and turn
To T-shirts and candles (fuck shit up)
In a, war zone where bodies pop up dead
(Harlem)
Big
talkin' 'bout power, get my respect by force
In the back of the Rolls Royce Cullinan, used to have crack in my jaw
Lemme show you real quick, lemme break
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