K Tax money, ya dig me? Just made a hundred of that brown paper bag money I thank God for the meal you prepared for me Take care my fam' and my little
we have a million stories to tell I'm just one of a million or more stories that could be told Chorus: Sacrifice your freedom Sacrifice your prayer Take
I was a marching band, I was a skateboarder Jesus made wine, I couldn't make water Ox-moronic, I'm here to destroy all you hate hoarders You niggaz was cool in school now you niggaz take
game like that While I'm waiting for you Three, four, open the door Hurry for heaven's sake I count each step you take While I'm waiting for you Five
just so I'll understand Are you sure Hank done it this way? Did old Hank really do it this way? Lord I've seen the world with a five piece band Looking
Ruff Ryders niggas, blood in, blood out Sheek, Methical Yo yo, hey yo Soon as I cop the nine, I pop the nine But when I take it out the box, I represent
won't come through And take any motherfuckin' thing you do got We done had you a strong shower, one-five-one, no raw I'm whoopin' them drawers off, takin
I'm goin' On two eighty five I keep ridin' in a circle The inside of my ride smellin' like a pound of purple Gucci is your time give me five more minutes
forget ya stance And cruise to the beat that makes you dance 4 Ever My Beat, orchestrated as a treble I rate Havin' all that it takes, make no mistake Now we're the band
what? I'm a bad, bad man Quick is how I flip from the tip of the lip Punchin out hits like Gladys Knight and the Pips The five-foot assassin has just
and pumped hero Red and gray Max's keep as clean as Ajax Ghettos sling cracks while you niggas pay tax Now how ghetto is this? You can catch me in your hallway taking
it real through the drama We still brothers now We've done forty-five drives Forty-five hour flights Forty-five days a week Forty-five minutes a night Add another forty-five
, word to ride, nigga, yeah Aiyyo, we four or five niggaz with furs on Up top gated up, big tables got the reserves on Blowin' on saxophones, the band
five explain it to you Turn to the next page when I say And follow along like A to the B to the C The 7 piece band, you gotta see to believe Make you
don't know? Forty-five player for all my oldies Forty-five double M for all them phonies Gots corner windows and the three fifty Pedal to the metal I can take
and im leadin this spectacle in your town we got magic and voodoo and wicked clownz if people dont like these juggalo's you can take these nuts and juggle
You'll wind up out on his dance floor Diggin' the finest little five piece group Up and down the Gulf of Mexico And guess who's leadin' That five piece band
's sittin' tall Shawty wanna ride wit me, she gotta take her shoes off She gotta take her shoes off? Ya she gotta take 'em off Money man Chinchilla wanna take