Lyrics:
some pagoda
She orders soda
Earth-shake milk-shakes, ten cents a piece.
They kissy and huggy nice
Oh, By Jingo! I'ts worth the price.
Back in
anything from
The five and ten cent store,
You used to call me the top
You put me up on a throne
You let me fall with a drop
And now I'm out on my
Yeah, this the Shady Records mixtape (yeah)
Invasion, mixed by the Evil Genius (50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo)
G-Unit
This rap shit plays
Lifers
Good kush be lowerin' my eyelids
They go on Google tryna find what I get
Nigga, every dollar and every cent
Thirty-three and really rich
Down
up on the flight
Couldn't watch the time fly by
Turning to a king
I was a prince like cyhi
Bet the music slap every time we ride By
Dawg I'm on the 5
I Said I want it now (Yeah, yeah)
One, two, three (Yeah)
It's the ninety-nine chances that I've wasted
Three hundred sixty-five forms I've taken
by child
Hip-hop is being moved on a one-way course
Up and being led by an unseen force
You try to hold it down, won't be no good
The more it gets
cease to sail
I don't think so what does a wage entail
Nine of five slavery or a twenty four seven
Most slaves tricked by the promise of a heaven
KWIRK
Listen, Pixie-ears! Get on that computer!!!!!
EUBANGDERE
The price is ten more cents or another five, or three minutes! Whoopee!
KWIRK
I?ve
to the block, to pull up five in the mona
Shit, I need to chrome up, become a home owner
Look lifes a bitch, but im on her
I almost cracked this, no more hustling
years
Listens to the jukebox for her answers
Slowly guzzles twenty-five cent beers
Talks about the men she's known and then some
She's seen them in her
Hating but still trying to be like us
Twist the lime on the corona, grab my crime diploma
Then head to the block, to pull up five in the mona
Shit, I
I was grownup since I was five cause of my trauma
I was locked in this cage alone, it was drama
I feel like my childhood never came and never went
orders soda
Earth shake, milk shakes, ten cents a piece
They kissy and huggy nice
Oh, by jingo, it's worth the price back in Nagasaki
Where the fellers
shoes and on my trousers.
Look a passport G5 private frequent flight,
drop head, cruising through the jungle in Hawaii. Nigga
(Verse1)
Washannin
a nigga over in the Rolls if he in the way
I'm loaded, racked up loaded
Back up nigga, I'm way too frozen
Hundred pill rolling bet she love me by
Hum V (V)
I'm surrounded by these RBGs
(HEeee!!)
We get green, roll green, and eat green like sebi
Born in them 80's
I clown like I'm Bailey
This
and the checks
Run in Universal strapped, tech, mask and a vest
Hold em all for ransom, tell em cut the check
1.5 and not a damn cent less
Then pick up the phone
so allow me, hand me ya coats
Bentley Farnsworth, I'll check him proudly
We got D-Block, Wu-Tang, Jay-Z and Nas
Also performing 50 Cent, Terror
a quail-o then I lay low
Inside a mansion, Nokay-do
50 cents Fake-o Bay-bro
No see's in my lie
I need weed to get high
I need cheese to get by
After
on cents, I'ma wrap it 'round them
And first I unload the tractor, bust 'em out the wrapper
Get 'em to my trappers and they bring me back them rat chicks
getting off the 405
Be with this bad bitch, she living in the south
I'm met her at the club with my nigga Gotti
5-3, thick, with a lot of pride
to the D Boys (drug dealas)
Neighborhood dope man
I mean real niggas
Thata make a dolla out a fifteen cents
Ain't got a dime, but I rides
up five in the mona
Shit, I need to chrome up, become a home owner
Look lifes a bitch, but im on her
I almost cracked this, no more hustling
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