Lyrics:
Hahahaha
We got a bag full of bullets in this bitch with no name on them
You know what I'm saying
When you been hit by the bitch
You know it was ment
for the juice
Feds still got me in court, shit crazy
Only time I let a bitch record when I'm writin'
And I'm famous, but can't shit change me, nigga
to Putnam, to Park Hill
You interrupt the Grammy's said, "Wu for the kids"
Took four or five shots when they rushed in the crib
Trey-five-seven cracked ya
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
mind
It took me fifteen beers to get here
I don't know how many more till I leave
Take my change in tears and drink fifteen beers
Well I rolled
o'clock - 2 million miles away.
Stand by for emergency manoeuvre.
Object coming closer at the speed of light. We have 8 more seconds.
Change course by 4
Does he still call you just to hear you're voice?
Four - Would he be home right now, if he had a choice?
Five's a little tricky, do you think he's
only question, uh
Usher Raymond IV, Confessions
Ferra let me come through and hit when I was alone and stressin'
Yeah, 'cause when this music shit
First the sheep next the shepherd
Chuck's run amok multiplying like leopards
Spots em up the long bombs a record
A long shot three minutes fifteen
real raw, change arrangements on your face
Superspeed, flowin!
Doctor Octo, mental disorder, person in alias
Fifty-five-six computer tracks
in the honey bay
But some things never change like love
Ooh my love
It's a chain
That Eddie knows
Magician in between lies
With a twenty-five dollar
On the twelfth I'm starting to drag
By the fifteenth floor I ready to sag
Get to the top, But I'm too tired to rock
Yeah, I climbed two, three, four
Five
or a car that's there
A little different noise for your listenin' pleasure
A sample from a record that's a four bar measure
Adults think this music is
Wheeling, dealing, joking things will change, girl
Have I failed to impress you?
Could've sworn that wine and one and four made two,
But it's 5!
It is
wanna say
Now I gotta go and get the record straight
Okay now, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight
Watch me as I go and take a leap and I
Classic
Dharkness, dj magnum
No light nah inna we
Aj records
Me will mek blood
Run like water
Weh run a river nile
Four five strap up
From me was
seeds, salutation from the missile plant
Quick to the hollow point, it ain't no olive branch
My low cal, four oh cal in the cardigan
Tempted by Satan,
screaming on these records that I'm rich
Calling people from my number now I block it
Cause there's nothing worse then getting haunted by a stalkin' ass
No I.D.
Make a couple platinum records in that bitch and then I dip up out it
On the 101, my wife text me
Talkin' 'bout, "You gotta get home, feed
Young black nigga trapped and he can't change it
Know he a genius, he just can't claim it
'Cause they left him no platforms to explain it
He frustrated
the open...and I'm-a get him ([Jay-Z:] Keep flowin'...)
We gotta raise our kids while we livin'
Make a million off-a record bail my niggaz outta prison
Fuck
Win a battle you never fought
Just by checkin' this record you bought
Over and on and on again
Get with it and do that thing
One, two, I'll party
say, "It's nothin' but love" I say, "Forever five"
I'm a gravedigger, 4K Trey, blood, you know what that symbolize?
Dead bodies, bullets flyin', cash,
scratch-padders for the audio change
Not trippin' ah, my tree, for the mental geometry
Just Cool J, that's me, I'm dangerous
"I need a beat"
Yeah I made it, don't
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