Lyrics:
the money
He acted real funny
He hocked up a rock and
It TOTALLED my car!
Oh, do you
Know any trucks
Might be bound for THE VALLEY?
I don't wanna
Dial killa for murda once, no redial
Just see child, the O G style and how I used to be wild
This the story of Cam'ron and Zeke Giles one way road
for murder once, no redial
Just see child, the O G style and how I used to be wild
This the story of Cam'ron and Zeke Giles one way road to the P now
of The five? I asked for all five
There are reports that we're Having a problem with the fifth Man
Problems
Yeah, it seems as if he doesn't Want to cooperate
was playing with Legos still
Used to be going in cars and shit
Then I got Honda's sponsorship
I've been on fire, spark incense
Art so articulate
Wednesday I watched the riot, I seen the cops out on the street
Watched 'em throwin' rocks and stuff and chokin' in the heat
Listened to reports about
Wednesday I watched the riot, I seen the cops out on the street
Watched 'em throwin' rocks and stuff and chokin' in the heat
Listened to reports about
Wednesday I watched the riot, I seen the cops out on the street
Watched 'em throwin' rocks and stuff and chokin' in the heat
Listened to reports about
We used to lay in jungle gyms
Intertwining sweaty fingers
We used to have to call your cousin
Just to chaperone us
Meet me at the market place
I
This is G-H war report, big up Logan Sama
I does this
I ain't gonna say much at the start
You know what? Just gonna let them
Hear what I gotta say
crushing 'the lincoln'!
Now, the man in the checkered suit, well,
Without his car he went screaming off into the desert at sunset
All the way
Burnt buildings, brothers building
Save the children, investigative reports!
Calling all cars, calling all cars! Ghetto
Psychos, armed and dangerous,
exploding a port
Then they go on TV to report
Asking people for their support
So I'm sick of hearing all this chatter
You can't fuck with the family matter
the price in the stock market crash."
"The only thing we have to fear is fear itself."
"Horrific place, ladies and gentlemen, the smoke and the flames
'cause he crossed paths with a black cat
Man, you remember Hank? He used to be a Jimmy at the market
My mom used to do his laundry
He used to have me
Watchin the pimps roll by in they fancy cars
But never did the thought even pass
At the time, he 'posed to have his behind in class
So when report cards
The time has come, we gotta expand, the whole operation
Distribution, New York, Chicago, L.A.
We gotta set our own market, and enforce it
a target
Record labels sell you as a lamb on the market
(La la la la la, oh la la la)
(Oh la la la la la, la la la)
(Aye aye)
Life is a foreign car don't
Listened to reports
About the whisky passin' 'round
Seen the smoke & fire
And the market burnin' down
Watched while everybody
On his street would
maybe we be on one accord
Walking through the flea market
Bouncing like I hit a lick
Going open, the record label just to go legit
Had to car cash
You ever go to a drive-in movie, start drinking, get drunk, pass out in your car, and the next morning you're part of flea market?
Then you feel bad,
fossils, silently run by the eastern asteroid, silently run by the road pavers, silently run by the used car salesman, silently run by the new car salesman,
violent car chase
Of Princess Di disgusting vultures looking
For corpses, exploiting, fucking
Filming and serving it up
For our hungry appetites
In
The time has come, we gotta expand, the whole operation
Distribution, New York, Chicago, L.A.
We gotta set our own market, and enforce it
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