Lyrics:
We like the breeze flow straight out of our lids
Them they got moved by these hard-rock Brooklyn kids
Us floor rush when the DJ's booming classics
and stop
We want your skull
Four shapes and a handle
Turned out, saying soak up the time gone by
We change and a
Lifts down and goes towards the mailbox
ain't shit change
So much on my mind, i can't think straight
Dose off on the blunt by mistake
It's 5 in the morning, im still awake
She ask me why i stay
game
Still fuckin' the street with Kutt and Kali, baby ain't nothin change (STRANGE!)
A drive for no paper work, organize drive-by's and your neighbor
for that)
Brown paper bag (we the best)
Just pulled over in my 7-5
Big bottle on the dash, hope he let me slide
Got 20 in the trunk you can bet me
Man, I'm hot as Florida summers
Records dynamite like Florida's son was
I start fires you ain't puttin' out
And it's some bad habits that I started
intermission, run buy your camera
Record the moment, cause it'll be platinum
And you could say you seen Common rock the stadium
[Verse 1]
I was told by
We're live in five, four, three, two, one!
Welcome everybody, you are "live in the den"
With big tigger hangin' out today with one of my friends
of Florida, I ain't never record her
Knew that Stunna never loved me, should've listened to Carter
Who wanna do somethin' with the Five? They know I put shit
ya (yeah)
About 5'4", my .45 is live (uh, uh)
Don't ya get live? Never judge your man by size (uh, yo)
[Chorus]
I'ma do my thang,
sued by some fuckboy
And y'all was tryna get me to change my name and shit
I spent my whole fucking career, this who I was
Y'all trying get me
playing by himself, man
Five, four, three, two, one
5-3-4
I'm that same cat, with the fofo long
You niggas run shots but you throw yours wrong
Who flow like Bleek? There is no other
You heard the title
mastered by a few
I take a half a million tapes sell 'em straight to you
All that shit niggas talking just cant be real
I dont need a record deal, I need
important
Your gravity is too strong and it's fuckin' up my orbit
Contact avoided by the time I record this
I just want you to listen
Everytime I see
judgement
Tried by jury of my peers but where the judge went?
What will my legacy be?
Who will my enemy be?
In due time as I write this rhyme
I don't
now
Old Honda V4
Hate yourself enough, those are suicide doors
I came in from work upset from the last night
Emptied out my fridge and went through all
4_ This is my truth, I'm speaking it
(Repeat 4 bar chorus - start with “The Battle Cry”)
Intro (16 bar count)
Slave Rebellion Verse 1:
1 They say
on the horizon
One
I feel a change
I feel a change coming
Two
I'm getting just
I'm getting just what I wanted
Three
I feel a change
I feel a change coming
Four
I
(damn)
Then b popped (damn)
Then me rocked (what?)
Yeah, but we shooting back I'm pulling out the 4-5th
If I ain't get 'em yet, believe they name is
cows
Are a little late
And will be out of date by tomorrow
Her mother placed on virginity
Saying it was the holy place to be
For the things boys had
and then some
Whatever it takes
Four dollars and change at the pump
The cost of livin's high and goin' up
I'm sure a hundred others have applied
Rumor has
Um, somebody yelled, one of the other five guys yelled, "Shoot him!"
Something to that effect, he grabbed the gun which was near by
And he started,
Um, somebody yelled, one of the other five guys yelled, "Shoot him!"
Something to that effect, he grabbed the gun which was near by
And he started,
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