Lyrics:
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
throw my date book over the fence
And buy me one for five or ten cents
I'll keep it till its covered with age
Cause I'm writin' your name down on every
almost over by now
I remember how it used to be
Those times I had are just history
The sun is rising with all it's beauty
And it's FiveAM and the party's
running outside, yelling one-eight
Somebody running outside, yelling one-eight-seven
Aye where the party at?
When the drug dealers and the fiends
that harbor there
When he was five years old
Laughing like a maniac
Shining in the sun like gold
He was afraid of nothing then
He was loved by
She say she only fucked like four five niggas,
So you know you gotta multiply by three
Nobody's perfect, nobody's perfect ey, ey
But you're perfect for
pop 3
4, 5, 6, chicks in tha V.I.P.
7, 8, 9, naww they all dimes O.G.
Louis frame match my Louis kicks on my fifth right?
Dirty lame look at me wrong?
lookin' over, at me
She wanna turn up
I can tell by the look in her face
That she ain't happy with you, n****
And I can bet that I'm gon' get her
And I
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
[Chorus]
Nigga thought I told ya, (told ya) that the war ain't over (over)
You can roll (you can roll) you can get rolled over
My nigga we
clothes or jewelry
So when I ask "you want to leave the zip-code?"
Say "sure" and be me
[Chorus 1: Fabolous]
But this is my party
Stroll by if you
I'm straight out tha jungle
Keep 'bout five pounds and we ain't even tryin' to hustle
Y'all already know how that go
Yesir look her
Me?
I come
Wanda walked down the front steps
And said, "I hate to break up the party
But I've got to get to work by five
Would you run me over there, Shorty?"
and a strawberry bazooka,
5 for a haircut, and they can make it thorough,
And 50 cents can get you anywhere in the borough,
Karate movies came on Saturdays at 3,
The After Party
And if we're lucky we won't make it home by dawn
V2 It's the After Party-Party
All the peacocks on display
Where the finger food's so dodgy
ya heat
Penmanship, on caligriphy
Curvin freaks, like capital E
Smashin beats, I’m takin dey V
I release, by wakin to weed
I was sleep, in back
anesthetic
Now I know that it's stone cold funk,I can tell
'Cause it's written all over by the way you smell
That funk the aroma,that smell,that scent
You'll
the game, point spread by a hundred
Speakin' of hundreds, five's is a nice way to slide it, let's ride
[Chorus]
with two cents would know I'm
A hardcore player from the streets
Rapping about hardcore topics
Over hardcore drum beats
A little different than
wise guy
Military minding, front lining, all up for a drive by
Case over like the last don, like all the cash gone
Answer wrong, cause I'm
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
flies like a dove
Won't come back without a sign from Heaven above.
This nine-to-five work is giving me the blues
Wanna get my picture
they mouths
If you gotta problem pull up to my house
You and tha 5.56 talk it out
Yeah bitch
You and the 5.56 talk it out
The shrooms and the percs sent
Quick to take his signin you takin everybodies package.
Money over Bitches was a loyal practice.
So you act is if money was no object.
Spinin 5 zues trips
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