Lyrics:
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Staten Island come on hold me down
Monster cut truck balley shit
Champagne spilling while we hitting every bump that my Denali hit
Outfit is four
of us
Find that life ain't beautiful
We switch to
Pharmaceuticals
Your nine to five
Ain't suitable
For the cuticles
I'm going bad
Currently I keep
Imagine this breeze coming from the ceiling fast
Stack a hundred bills in your right hand
Right there by the couch bag of rubber bands
Gotta get 5
Companied by some niggas bout killin' and all that
Me Cory and Mercy gettin' dunked on
Riding top down so we let the trucks pause
In the jeep ridin' four
Companied by some niggas bout killin' and all that
Me Cory and Mercy gettin' dunked on
Riding top down so we let the trucks pause
In the jeep ridin' four
tryna drown me
Stain your record like Clorox and darks
Spin cycle had four tops for one
Out the slums, nobody gave me nothin'
Had temptations, so I
About to change the game
DJ Khaled!
We the best forever
Cash Money, Young Money
I'm for real about this shit
Let's go
[Chorus]
I'm countin'
across four or five lanes dodging cars, almost got hit by an eighteen wheeler truck
I’m just thinking back on memories with my homies dead or alive you
MC's babble on and on I phenom,
Bomb like Ethiopians, not Italions, Queen Asheba, balance like a Libra,
Rain like meteor storms, that change forms like
dinner
Beginners feast feet lying fatality finish
I'm killin' these records they put me in Guinness
I really don't give a f-f-uck if you witness
You
always lose my temper
You cannot "count to ten" me
If I lose 1, I bounce back like 2, 3 did with 4, 5
Seen court rooms and court sides, ain't too many
change what makes you live
So why you tell me to switch
And wonder why it's hard to forgive
Cause when death was the mish
I changed my vizz
I felt to small
on the corner of Ward and Kings Cross Road
Outside an old record store
I bought my first CD that day
With the 5 that mum could spare
So unaware
We'd be waiting
keep my pistol by my bedside
One in the chamber
Preoccupied with homocide
My life's in danger
Rolling down the four-five beware of stangers
Hand on my
Waiting on the corner of Ward and Kings Cross Road
Outside an old record store
I bought my first CD that day
With the 5 that mum could spare
So unaware
hard
When I'm in New York,I bill with the Gods
So don't try to deny me my proper juice
E.cuts the records and the yellow nigger gets loose
No static,just
Guns go off, Shams is a Raiders fan
A rhyming gallop reporter, columns are lost
White five, black five with dollars to toss
Twisted by the dark side
the wing
Fast flying, freeway driving
Always makes me sing
There's a Duster tryin' to change my tune
Pulling up fast on the right
Rolling restlessly,
changed, I ain't got no change
Still me and my homies and we all the same
Still me and my homies, screamin', "fuck the fame"
Sellin' records on a major
on yo feet befo you jump up in my coup (beeitch)
Pimpin ain't easy but it's a whole lotta fun
Tray 5,7,6,5,4,2,1
Get dought in the snow in Idahoe
I
hahahaha
we got a bag full of bullets in this bitch with no name on them
you know what I'm saying
when you been hit by the bitch
you know it was ment
right?
What you thought, there wasn't gonna be no retaliation?
Ha, ha, ha
You gotta be kiddin'!
You call my name four times on a record
in, connected to your mix board,
Countdown, four, three, two, one,
Slamming 1,5,6,5 up and down US1,
Life is made from energy I'm feeling restored,
defeat me, negative
So it's over and I guess you gotta live with it
And you can tell by the records that's distributed
I spit it out
[Chorus (repeat
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