Lyrics:
ridin round in rentals
Hotel vibin tell Ru loop the instrumental
5 days I'm only here for 5 days
I'm in the a I'm only here for 5 days
Still at it
'Tis advertised in Boston, New York, and Buffalo
Five hundred brave Americans a-whaling for to go
Singin' blow ye winds in the morning blow ye
(Blow, blow, blow)
Take that
(One)
For the hell of it
(Two)
That's a definite
(Three)
Better give it up
(Four)
How I hit 'em up
(Now)
I'ma
, racked up nigga let's blow some faces (Let's get it)
Hunnit dollar bills, fifty dollar bills
Twenty dollar bills, ten dollar bills (Yeah)
Five dollar
50, it's 50, it's 50, motherfucker
I'm back, I'm back, I'm back motherfucker
Niggas thought they got me
9, 9 shells couldn't stop me
I "Hit 'Em Up
as you and I keep it movin like a drive-by
We could stack dough sky-high
Niggaz can't touch what they can't feel real recognize real
Yo, I set up shop
and going
Till we'd gone too far.
Till we'd gone too far.
One cent at a time
We're changing the w-
Wait! Now hold up!
So, I was coding in the lab late
it
Over
No we just start
Closer
Now I cyar part ways
With the five cent ten cent
Straight dollar wine
Head top she flip up like
Straight dollar coin
The spike went through the cross-tie and split it half in two
Thirty-five cents a day for drivin' steel
"Sweat! Sweat, boy! Sweat! Only two more swings!"
handle
John Henry raised it back 'til it touched his heels then
The spike went through the cross-tie and split it half in two
Thirty-five cents a day for
Ass super fat, I'm not a square cause I'm around
If you choose to blow it, make sure you don't make a sound
Five second rule, pick it up when I hit
it half in two
Thirty-five cents a day for drivin' steel
Sweat, sweat boy, sweat, you owe me two more swings
I was born for driven steel
Well John
The spike went through the cross-tie and split it half in two
Thirty-five cents a day for drivin' steel
"Sweat! Sweat, boy! Sweat! Only two more swings!"
turn it up, that's really how you work the V
Your stash ain't never dry if you getting your work from me
We do this shit perfectly, we're enough
Something happened.
Gather ye rosebuds while ye may.
She was killed.
IV. The Darkest of Winters
(Instrumental)
V. Another World
So far or so it seems
All
)
You're all
I need
To get by
(W-w-wild, I'm about to blow)
Like sweet morning dew
I took one look at you
And it was plain to see
You were my
on yo feet befo you jump up in my coup (beeitch)
Pimpin ain't easy but it's a whole lotta fun
Tray 5,7,6,5,4,2,1
Get dought in the snow in Idahoe
I
(raise Hell)
Pretty boy, baby, paint nails
Twelve gauge ready, blow shells
V6, whoa, V12 (V12)
Just chop it, raise Hell (raise Hell)
Pretty boy, baby,
Uhh, I'm in love with this pep
Switch a nigga up, put a thug in a dress
Chop a nigga head off, pick his head up
Turn it upside-down, drink his blood
five cents
It's seven, eight or nine, seventh time a month supply that
By fifty thousand, no more browsin', bitch I'm buyin' that
I'm ridin' 'Llac
Clouded shit im telling you
Scoop it up by the p
Blow it all in a week
Sours cookies og’s
Play hard work harder
Prices stiff like a barber
Bleed the block
tryin to measure my blow
If you've seen the new whip know they add nine 0's
Now I'm up to 2 bricks, a seventy two 0's
If you counting by the whips than
that goes up
And arose from ya toes then it grows
All the way to ya nose and then blows up
Til its roasting up most of the spots
On ya noggin til it
it
Hang Hollywood niggas by they Soul Train laminates
What's the difference between me and you? (What?)
About five bank accounts, three ounces
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