Lyrics:
anything from
The five-and-ten-cent store
You used to call me the top
You put me up on a throne
You let me fall with a drop
And now I'm out on my own
anything from
The five-and-ten-cent store
You used to call me the top
You put me up on a throne
You let me fall with a drop
And now I'm out on my own
But now if you'd come
I'd welcome anything
From the five and ten cent store,
You used to call me the top
You put me up on a throne
You let me
Some cats grow by the laws of the wild
Some learn slower and lag in the mud
Some stand up in defense of a style
Some let the big dogs eat them up
I'm dopey by design
There's nothing on my mind
My brain is unrefined
I hate the 9 to 5
But I do it all the time
I knuckle down and grind
I struggle
this hustla with street knowledge
9 to 5
Still fliping twenties on the side
Try to get by the feints
I'm making dollars out of fifty cents
Got
the workers were in:
The factory was surrounded by a fence and barbed wire on top and on the bottom. And they have a chain-linked fence surround the whole
Line by line, time after time
Mind's runnin' constant so it's hard to find
A stable thing that I won't make a mess
What can I say, it's just
some pagoda
She orders soda
Earth-shake milk-shakes, ten cents a piece.
They kissy and huggy nice
Oh, By Jingo! I'ts worth the price.
Back in
anything from
The five and ten cent store,
You used to call me the top
You put me up on a throne
You let me fall with a drop
And now I'm out on my
Yeah, this the Shady Records mixtape (yeah)
Invasion, mixed by the Evil Genius (50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo)
G-Unit
This rap shit plays
Lifers
Good kush be lowerin' my eyelids
They go on Google tryna find what I get
Nigga, every dollar and every cent
Thirty-three and really rich
Down
I Said I want it now (Yeah, yeah)
One, two, three (Yeah)
It's the ninety-nine chances that I've wasted
Three hundred sixty-five forms I've taken
up on the flight
Couldn't watch the time fly by
Turning to a king
I was a prince like cyhi
Bet the music slap every time we ride By
Dawg I'm on the 5
I look around like who's hot
Oh You not
Yeah You smoke za
Well I smoked the shit that would make you high five an astronaut
While slapping Asher Roth
by child
Hip-hop is being moved on a one-way course
Up and being led by an unseen force
You try to hold it down, won't be no good
The more it gets
cease to sail
I don't think so what does a wage entail
Nine of five slavery or a twenty four seven
Most slaves tricked by the promise of a heaven
KWIRK
Listen, Pixie-ears! Get on that computer!!!!!
EUBANGDERE
The price is ten more cents or another five, or three minutes! Whoopee!
KWIRK
I?ve
to the block, to pull up five in the mona
Shit, I need to chrome up, become a home owner
Look lifes a bitch, but im on her
I almost cracked this, no more hustling
years
Listens to the jukebox for her answers
Slowly guzzles twenty-five cent beers
Talks about the men she's known and then some
She's seen them in her
Hating but still trying to be like us
Twist the lime on the corona, grab my crime diploma
Then head to the block, to pull up five in the mona
Shit, I
orders soda
Earth shake, milk shakes, ten cents a piece
They kissy and huggy nice
Oh, by jingo, it's worth the price back in Nagasaki
Where the fellers
I was grownup since I was five cause of my trauma
I was locked in this cage alone, it was drama
I feel like my childhood never came and never went
shoes and on my trousers.
Look a passport G5 private frequent flight,
drop head, cruising through the jungle in Hawaii. Nigga
(Verse1)
Washannin
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