Lyrics:
mix (yeah)
Twenty-five thousand in traffic in New York, I dare a nigga reach for this
Niggas be talkin' tough as hell 'til you bump down on 'em with
homie
72 oz's that will be two keys
Cook it up with some cut and turn it into three
Open up shop and start serving double ups
5 days later
for Tookie
Roll a California blunt and keep watchin' a movie
Inspired by this gangbangin' shit since I was two
I brought the West coast back, what
Champale
Little pink joints being lit up on the side
Couple niggas had two fives
Other than that, cleared a circle in the park and shoot 5
Girls wore
pass me my helmet
Let me show these kids what to do
RPM six hundred pound gorillas, twenty two not hot
Engine accurate, GPS storm scopes on your
know your ledge) your life flash by
Hey, kid, walk straight, master your high
Method Man (Method Man, Man) Whoa, like Black Rob, go
Catch me in
featuring Killa Sin Method Man Raekwon the Chef X 1
wu tang wu tang onyx onyx (x3)
[Raekwon]
eh yo
staircases to stage now
pussy over here, heeeere!]
Verse 2: Brother Marquis
Chillin' late night, I was drunk as fuck
A nigga bored as hell, so I hit the club
Gave a bitch five
I'm fifteen for a moment
Caught in between ten and twenty
And I'm just dreaming
Counting the ways to where you are
I'm twenty-two for a moment
Unless I'm like Kobe then that's twenty-four
Respect
Bro, shut up
Five times itself, yeah that is twenty-five
By the time I turn twenty-six I'm sure I
And of course, we show no remorse
I'm doing one-twenty with your ho in the Porsche
[Chorus: x2]
[Too Short]
Till death do us part, with all your heart
It
No we must see him.
Mandy: Go and praise someone else's brat, go on.
Wise Man 2: We were led by a star.
Mandy: Led by a bottle, more
bam bam bam
The bitch packed a twenty-two
Hit him in his head, there she laid him
The nigga standin' by the door I sprayed him automatic fires
straight from the streets
Sticks and stones break bones, words motivate me
Gucci finally made it, niggaz player hated
When I hit the club I got twenty
just wanna see her
I'd trade places with her now, I just wanna be her
All I seen in my face was a twenty-five
She said, "Take your ass to school
I tell em, I say
One yourself when 2 niggas run up with 3 gats
A four, five, six shots
Seven like eight claps
Da nine milli throw ten shots
Where ya
riders
Twenty-inch rims and wide body drivers
We can't let nothin stop us (get.. this.. mo-ney)
Young H-O-V-A
And the boy R. Kel', you know how we
understand what it means to be black?
I have my man the Notorious B.I.G in the back
I go by the name of the Puff Daddy
But check this shit out
Four, five
several times
Well there are a lot of other things just like this
I held one hundred twenty five wild horses
And put saddles and bridles on more than that
The rap game, hip-hop 101
The hardest nine to five you'll ever have
You can't learn this shit in no history book
You ready to rap, motherfucker?
The rap game, hip-hop 101
The hardest nine to five you'll ever have
You can't learn this shit in no history book
You ready to rap, motherfucker?
lot pimpin
Told 'em get the Impala so I can start dippin
Lay back, seat recline, they notice the hand
Car movin slow, driven by the invisible man
twenty-five
young homies don't even live to retire
I get paid I pluck what slang ki's i got the triple gold
(Chorus)(2X)
Scream (Aghhhhhh) I hear them comin'
Up in them five-star tellies sayin two mic rhymes
be them average MC's of the times
Unlike them, we craft gems
So systematically inclined to pen
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