Lyrics:
To be at an all time high, perfect time to say goodbye
When I come back like Jordan, wearin' the four five
It ain't to play games witchu
It's to aim
gone fade me
Got me deep in this game, some niggaz don't change
Have mercy on P, just tryin' to have change
In my pockets I'm knockin', the feds can't
la-la-la
Beanie Sigel, Desert Eagle, the four-ty five
It's the R.O.C. baby, sing our lullaby
C'mon!
[Chorus]
Excuse me miss, I'm the shit
You should come,
Here you come again with your playboy lines
You don't stop
The party start jumping five hours ago
The mix don't stop till it's way past four
it)
You waitin' for me to lose it
I guess I'm just here for your amusement
The price of fame I think I paid, want my change I done gave
Erything
5, no less than 4 on a slow day, call Vegas and bet
By the way, if you a winner, I'm the one you should be with Hit J
Tell them niggas to bet against
on headstones
Got 'em all in graves aligned by names it was a family
Tried to cause catastrophe
Only brought a tragedy
Need a casket order five
One is for
cut the cam
I'm in the director's cut, deleted scenes now on the film
I just signed a record deal, I'm in all black like im carti
left me lonely, looks
Stay strapped even in the vocal booth
Rob report, page 3-5-7
Ray hang 'em high, details at eleven
[Hook: x 2]
[Benzino]
Do you really want
o'clock maintains in the game
Bring the pain, the smokin' method, mane
It's not all about the fame, silly ass dames
Get a gold record and you change
record
though he was takin' from us to god damn soon
so I finished for him peace nigga...
[Eazy-E]
We did a song fuck da police you know
and everybody
trying to get
To the record store
And it was all on the news though
How I was rocking the show for five and ten cents or more
Ah ha I was all in your mind
and change
You buy a lid, you get four fingers and change
Now people everywhere and all across the USA
The first thing you learn is you're gonna have to do it
Till that motherfucker hate his face
I been going through some issues that nobody dealing with
Surrounded by real killers and shit, doing it for
haters hating
I'm 3rd degree say I'm to gutta homie 4 T.V.
I'm who these white folks don't want they kids 2 see
But I'm the new owners of these fucking
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Laughing loud and feeling free
This is how it's meant to be
[Verse 4]
Eyes that sparkle in the night
Side by side our worlds ignite
[Chorus]
Side by side
the terror as countless children run
3-2-1 bomb gone
6-5-4 no parents anymore
9-8-7 another consignment for heaven
Death by numbers
Something wrong with this
break, I can't revive
In this high tech world of fire wire and microchip
We still keep the four
Five clip, filled with the spiral tip
I come from
a mess, lotta spit
She gag, she choke
She a magician, a pro
She suck my dick, disappear in her throat
The lil' bitch ask how I feel
Told her, "Feel like
With four or five niggas that's musclebound
Send your head to the taxidermist
Won't be satisfied, till I get my face on a thermos
You got to earn
bankroll in 4, 5, 6 in trips
He's a gangster
I always make the paper and the FBI got me on they list, that's why
He's a Ruff Ryder nigga, Ryde or Die
Yeah [x4]
(P. Diddy)
This Bad Boy baby
N.E., 2004
Bad Boy now
The name's DeVoe
A.K.A. Blake, oh
Make young lady's rump shake
I bake Donald Trump
By energies and guarantees of change
Lacking in promise
Denouement
3/4 the way round the clock
We know it's gonna happen
Tether all the laughin
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