Lyrics:
Slime sleaze
Uhun
Slime lyfe slime lyfe
Yea ye yea slimey
Greasy
Twenty three shots
To the dome
Dome
Twenty three shots to the dome
Shots shots ah
get done over
By the youthless clubs on shut down streets
The one-percenters know, I do
It's just as well
I could be twenty-five years older
Life in General is to complete ya mission
I'm goin 20 fa 20 I see it wit clear vision
& I ain miss it's sumin like Tom Brady precision
Gotta separate
on the passenger seat and pull off
They see the transformation
Just makes it more complete
I got the Brian May pickups, b, whatchu know about that
Some get
who never made it
'Cause yeah, we were beginners in the hood as five percenters
But somethin must of got in us cause all of us turned to sinners
who never made it
'Cause yeah, we were beginners in the hood as five percenters
But somethin must of got in us cause all of us turned to sinners
percenters
But somethin must of got in us 'cause all of us turned to sinners
Now some, restin in peace and some are sittin in San Quentin
Others such
yeah, we were beginners in the hood as Five Percenters
But somethin' must of got in us 'cause all of us turned to sinners
Now some restin' in peace
yeah, we were beginners in the hood as Five Percenters
But somethin' must of got in us 'cause all of us turned to sinners
Now some restin' in peace
as I'm still breathin' I'm still winnin', I'll teach 'em
The hood converted from trey bags to 20's a girl
Everybody had money, every summer was real ill
Stay
Stay
Stay
Peace to the Five Percenters, online engine inventors
Shout to them niggas, family men, bringin' home dinners
Watch out for
complete opposites?
Or is your heart not in it?
Keep giving twenty percent
You're gonna get what you give
twenties, twenties, twenties
Hate dating in my
Oh
Ha ha
Yeah
And the Nikes on my feet keep my cypher complete
Nike Nike Nike-Nike Nike-Nike Nike Nike Nikes
And the Nikes on my feet keep my
Money don't come with bandz no moe
They come with racks on racks
Fifty on twenty said
Fifty on twenty
You'll thought I was talkin' bout gas
Gas!
I'm still winnin, I'll teach 'em
The hood converted from trey bags to 20's a girl
Everybody had money, every summer was real ill
Four-finger rings, dope
the pieces of the
Puzzle just to make it all complete
We both know that the answer lies within
Hey it's twenty minutes left, please take a seat
And we both
made it when you in brunch pictures with Hov
I know I made it when we had 20 bricks on the stove
This shit feeling like an extra win
My freshman cover
it’s me in the flesh
Windows tinted like a nigga skin is
Ain’t no 5 percenter but I talk my shit
I know ima sinner shit Times was hard
But I Talk
Aye
Uh
Wake up got in my bag
Chin up, Why is you mad?
Four pockets full thats why I sag
Boss shit twenty-five counting twenty-five cash
Wake up got
Yeah, Okay
Yeah, meka
Yeah
Bass do your thing
Uh
Yeah
And again
Yeah, Okay
Yeah
23, 23
20
23, 23
Yeah, Okay
Switch it Up
23 man
The Jumpman
fulfilling
Like soul food I've come from the kitchen
The appetite was sacrifice for my children
Hindsight is twenty twenty
Insight - is understanding I did
is money-orientated
I'm destined to live the dream for all my peeps who never made it
'Cause yeah, we were beginners in the hood as Five Percenters
But
together 50 Cent, less Five-Percenter
All of my niggas to my left, Curt tell these niggas
(Tell these niggas what man, Tell these niggas what)
Uh huh, Im
left hand to bring in all the extras
Yeah yeah whip whip whip whip
100 percenters my young niggas wetters you don't wanna see them on my strip
You know I
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