Lyrics:
paid
Not by financial aid, but a raid of hits
Causing me to take long trips
I'm the original teacher of this type of style
Rockin' off-beat with
a gritty fiend for,
Money, power, respect, get it by any means uh,
New Yorker, slick talker, walk like a brick flipper,
Decimal doctor, multiply to get
bring? Nothin' but pain and one in your fuckin' brain
Ain't nothin' changed since the album, I'm still wildin'
I'm still violent I've been waitin' for
for a 9 to 5, if I strive
Then maybe I'll stay alive
So I walk up the street whistlin' this
Feelin' out of place 'cause, man, do I miss
A pen
on the way by the name of Bamboo
Got a little baby girl, four year, Jordan
Never turn my back on my kids for them
Should have hit it, quit it, rag-top
She was doing sixty in a thirty-five
I hit the lights and pulled her over
When I reached the window of the driver side
There was blood from her
Many people had the nerve to think we would end the trend
With Criminal Minded, an album which is only ten
Funky, funky, funky, funky, funky hit
Man, take another hit breathe out
In a zone blowing smoke out a glass teapot
I?m chillin at home on some solo shit
I love piece and when its quiet, I
[Erick Sermon]
Yo what's up PMD?
[PMD]
Ayo coolin man done with this album about to take it up to Leon
Wills see what they
stop by (stop by) to see you (see you) tonight?
Can I stop by to see you? (Tonight)
Shawty, you know you can always stop by
You top five and no,
Twenty-five hundred on my shirt what the tag say (let's go)
I want it that way
I want it that way
I want it that way, whoa
I want it that way
Whoa, she
rapper about to blow
But his album came, and it was not good
I think it went lead or double copper-wood
So the silly little fans, they were misled
By
Or steady being distracted by money drugs and four
Fives, I count lives all on these songs
Look at the weak and cry, pray one day you'll be strong
Fighting
a couple of shots
Of patron patron patron
12 play album is the bomb, play that #1
That's my song my song my song
Now one shot is what I like
Two shots gone
Standin' on side of the highway 4 exit
A lady in tie die, a bag by her side
Not really lookin' like anything special
Saw Tennessee tags and she
It's Royce 5'9!!
[Royce talking]
Yeah, you scared ain't you? Haha
Relax.. it's just music
(It's Royce 5'9!!)
D-Elite, Jah 5'9, Royce 5'9
Cha Cha,
Records representative]
What time it is then, right?
[James A. Smith]
It's time to mix 5th Ward, South Park and 69th Curbs
And really let
new albums
There has been a triple homicide by a man named Syre
So, you think you can save rap music?
about the fire and rain.
Let me just say it again,
I've seen fives and I've seen tens.
It was a strong hit from the money machine, Sitting on top,
nineteen-thirty-five
You'll begin to hear swing, boogie-woogie and jive
He hit a chord that rocked the spinet
And disappeared into the infinite
And up until
Ay yo yo yoyo yoyoyoyo
Ay yo yo yoyo yoyoyoyo
Ay yo yo yo yo
Ay yo Missy
I just came out here a hour & twenty five minutes
on one of them Gilligan
Yeah be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way nigga
Some real shit right here nigga
This will be the realest shit you
[Too $hort]
Album number 12
Short Dogg still in the house
I ain't going back into retirement
Life is
Anything is possible try hard
It ain't
Labrinth, come in
Ladies and Gentlemen, gathered before you are
Five of the finest word-smiths known to mankind
What you are about to witness is
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