Lyrics:
FIVE YARS OF RUM
Six deckhands drinking
Seven seas a-storming
Eight dead men dancing
Nine cat tails whipping
Ten sails a-setting
gonna name nine reasons why you should stay
So don't go, stay put, relax, chill out, drink this
Goodnight
Week Two
Hey cool, hey calm, hey collected
In
Yayo)
I got my vest
I got my gun (G-Unit radio)
And you should run
If you ain't got wrong (yeah, part eleven)
'Cause it won't be no warnings
When
breath
Throw your set up, I know you fed up
Release the lead from the nine, Columbine, don't get up
I got a vendetta
I got depressed and I never got
that's a matter of fact
Eight, nine geekers, make 'em fiend for a piece of crack
Got ten, eleven youngsters in my kitchen, watch me teach 'em that
You
ON TIME (ha!)
The elements, I represent all nine (ha!)
I do the written or the freeflow rhyme (ha!)
These rappers nowadays they be so blind (ha!)
You
skater
With a mack ten, or eleven, cocked, the weather man
For super niggas, want to end up like Superman
[Shyheim]
I'm from the Island that's hotter
And make ready for me to do mah thing
Step Eight
Naked now you're ready to understand mah kind of lovin'
Step Nine
Lovin men ,lovin women ,lovin all
on extra hard hate mode
Rob you for your jewelry and pesos, Juan Pedro
You want my ring, nigga? Take a Halo
Fried rice, egg rolls, God rolled me for nine
had to run the city
Ask Eminem why he had to sign 50
Now its 1 blood against 8 or 9 niggas
I'm like whats up? whats up?
I'm the youngin' who had
love love, love love love
Love is endless
Seven, you're my good luck charm
Eight, for your open arms
Nine, for best Sunday in the rain.
Ten,
nigga then lose ya
Then hit back to the set, roll a seven and eleven
Hit the dice game and then... jet
Them police wanna find me
Because I stand
in the mornin' I got breakfast at eleven
I'm chillin' real solo gettin' full of that grits and cheese
I hope this hoe don't burn me because I'm not
Eight Her swerving hips and her lip service
Nine Consumes the hopes of all men dressed in black and
Flesh
Ten Oh she ain't got the the time to speed
to peel it
Watchin' all my mirrors as I make a left on Old Nat
Thankin to myself he said eleven where this fool at
Bigger mounts of cash, duffle bags I get
feeling cold
Mary's feeling cold
Mary files the papers for the boss
Of Smith & Watson's data company, yeah
From nine to five she's doing the duties, uh
seven
There's no need for fighting; they're only eleven
A little introduction to the state of things
What of the woman, who stands by her fella,
Despite
hit back to the set, roll a seven and eleven
Hit the dice game and then... jet
Them police wanna find me
Because I stand on the corner all day and smoke
move
Thats through the rivals (fuck them enemies)
It's been said we living suicidal
It's like rush at eleven placing
Bucks on your bet
Do your thang
countenance will reflect less light and later when you look at pictures of yourself
[Nine:] You will wonder
[Ten:] You will give up your backbone
Step nine: Now do the robot (I'm a robot)
Step ten: It's time to break-dance
Step eleven: Make your hands roll
Step twelve: It's jumping time, now's
angel
Come your weekend you can bring your friends
At eleven pm i will bring my pen
Don't call me big ck o am happening guy
I won't tell your daddy don't
weekend you can bring your friends
At eleven pm i will bring my pen
Don't call me big ck o am happening guy
I won't tell your daddy don't be acting shy
Back
you want me
Four five six, ya hate me ‘cause you’re Done with my shit
Make up yo fucking mind
It’s killing me bitch
Seven eight nine
You’re telling me
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