Lyrics:
with scene flow
Change the station with amazing grace, they call me "Free-throw"
It ain't foreplay for banisters to doorway
A whore say, "Play four
porn
Flipped rap on its ear like I dropped coin
Fuck top 5, bitch, I'm top 4
And that includes Biggie and Pac, whore
And I got an evil twin, so who
1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4
Yeah
I was working part time in a five-and-dime
My boss was Mr mcGee
He told me several times that
He didn't like my kind
'Cause I
4
'Tryna get 'lean in zone 4
Five o catch my guy for zone 4
'Dey just 'dey hit 'am for 'ogo
Me i zoned out in zone 4
As many 'tinz just 'dey occur
day while Aladdin was playing in the neighbourhood,
an evil magician came by and began staring at Aladdin.
This is the boy I have been searching forever
it's 6 in the mornin'
Should I stay, ain't got no time to play
Put my ??? by my t-shirt
Then I break, to the door
My partner's three deep in a six-four
yourself or get yourself hurt
Butterfly had break out my shell first, magician I reversed the spell curse
Went to jail I was locked in a cell I'll still make
stops playin'
You can still find me somewhere saying
I shoulda been born in forty-five
In fifty-four I woulda been nine
Lovin' my record player by
Spurting, Spiritual, Lyrics
Like the Holy Koran
N****s get Shook Like 5-0
My 4-5 gun is next to me when we ride
Plus Survival
Money Making plans
Pistol
on vacation for six days
Six four in a six tray, six fives
What the lick say?
We took chances to get paid
We hit the club and change i got the call
I was ready
four
And five in the bed
And we get scared we'd all screecher
And it be below zero in our old house
But we'd just be burn up
And when we did drift off
'round
The time I was five
Had a great-grandmother in the
Heart of the 'Stuy so on the Fourth of July
We would always stop by
Man, I ran through the bush
me, crazy
So I live by two words, "Fuck you, pay me"
Screaming, "Jesus, save me"
You know how the game be, I can't let 'em change me
'Cause
Verse 1:
Cam'ron
My paper, yes, my paper
Got me sittin' on five acres, "Hi Haters"
Fly gators, coke cooker, pie baker
Drop-driver, girl-getter,
I ain't no nigga, fuck that shit
Does everything come out your mouth got to be a 4-letter word?
The way you talk about women is bullshit, plain
Damn its 2,3,4, 5 in the morning
and you’re doing fine
Every stranger on the street wanna to lend you sugar
Even when crowd thins out, you are
politician
I got nothing into something, I ain't even a magician
Blinded by the light n' I'm just tryna see the vision
My new baby go for rounds I've been
'Cause I'm mentally rearrangin' his face
I need a change of pace
'Cause the pace I'm workin' at's dangerous
There's nowhere to dump this anger,
wouldn't even matter
Scattered. Run for the border
Your career is getting shorter
Nigga, better hide 'cause I already warned ya
Mo Thug Records taking over
I
of
the ghetto in five seconds,
four,
three,
two,
one.
[Sound of airplane or some other aircraft taking off
and flying away]
Laundry mat hoes, who want clothes?
I flow checks, one followed by six o's (six o's)
I got hoes, in codes, in different areas
Four ton whips that's
2Pac, keep your head up, they aim for the neck up
Plottin', but fuck it, I'm set to go set up
The bitches that settin' me up for the set up
Pushin' a V
He loves me every moment
Of them three hundred sixty-five days
I gave you four years of chances
To try to be be your wife
I cleaned your shirts
Laundry mat hoes, who want clothes?
I flow checks, one followed by six o's (six o's)
I got hoes, in codes, in different areas
Four ton whips that's
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