Lyrics:
and get this shit off quick
You ain't from the hood, y'all don't know bout this
[Hook 1]
[Hook 2]
Aww shit, this is the part when the fight just start
Fuck with me, you know what it is
I shoot you arm, leg, leg, arm, head
The heater burnin' bruises on my hip this year
I shoot your arm, leg,
The preacher man says it's the end of time
And the Mississippi River, she's a going dry
The interest is up and the stock markets down
And you only
Fuck with me, you know what it is
I shoot you arm, leg, leg, arm, head
The heater burnin' bruises on my hip this year
I shoot your arm, leg,
Meet Me
Hook
The act of therapy
Be formulaic
This Blud money
When I’m laced it’s
Unpredictable
Testing this ain’t sensible
Imma do my
on collision
I'm on a pain pill
I keep this shit trill
These niggas ain't forreal, Like a fire drill
Your hoe on my back, like a fuckin 5th wheel
That bitch
the girls blues
My gat is quite fat, don't you think so, ho?
But come out those clothes, my nigga can fit those
You ain't seen nothing til you seen us both
this
Love is more than just a kiss
Will we take you to that step
Will we do more than just connect
And will you, bring the thunder in my life
and snowboard shades
Camouflage my eyes
Hustle to survive
The Less mican man stands grand
And work with two twenty five
This here's the second
fuck who ever got no money hundred thousand that yo Money
Big Money Team man IFE y’all already know what time it is this what we do man Tiger
regrets, no abortion, had a son
By the name of Seven
And he's five
By the time I do this mix, he'll probably be six
You do the arithmetic
Me do
Intro:
A-yo man chill let's take this moment of silence out for my man see-A Dogg.
Claude Austin. Rowdy 9-5.
Hook:
1-2 to the breaker 1-9-9-5, Jamal
[Hook:]
We live (we live)
This how we livin', yeah (this how we livin' yeah-yeah)
We on in five (five-five)
Now watch us get it, yeah (yeah)
We
hair, Lana, that's my bitch
Uh, You can tell by the swagger and the lips
Uh uh, uh, catch me ridin' like a bitch
Got the six forty-five
Catch me ridin'
I’ve got this!
I never cried when it got hard. I dropped balls
& got smart & took the cockpit,
You can see by the way I’m living,
I ain’t phased. I’m
to live
What I wouldn't give
For just a minute there
Five o'clock on Friday
Sitting at a light
When this angel walked right by me
On my right
Look out man alive
Fifty-five miles an hour they want us to go on this Interstate
And you go fifty-five and you get run over by a truck so what do you
hook
everybody got a gun nigga who the fuck gone shoot
if everybody getting money nigga where in the fuck is the loot
I just grab me a 20 oz sprite
confronted by them badges
I was taught stay low and keep blasting
Po only know questions that was answered
Keep a number on the high price lawyer
It's five
they play this in the club they go nuts
Sweat all night 'till it smell like must
So Busta what's to discust?
I don't know but boy what's up (Throw it
and
flex around 5or 6 o clock
there she go lickin on ice cream
In the video we go slow motion
and pan go around her like a fight scene, yeah
This is
confronted by them badges
I was taught stay low and keep blasting
Po only know questions that was answered
Keep a number on the high price lawyer
It's five
I see is in the booth
(HOOK)
5 shots to the head get me there
Head start for ya whole team
Makes it fair
Pow
It’s a long way to heaven
Pow
This
Sometimes it makes me wonder why
This pain it hurts me deep inside
'Cause all I wanna do is give love
But all day wowdees mean mug
So it brings out
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