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wood That's a zipper that's sticky California should whip me I done made it this far can't be mad if they hit me (shhiit) [Verse 5: 50 Cent] I'm a tell
a face lift Theres seventeen in here i'm not gonna waste it And i'm wearin' gloves so they not gonna trace this Get him in events house parties in basements
: Humidity doesn't bother me Neither does the pouring rain Cause 5 minutes later it's better or worse But it never stays the same It's hot and it's
I laughed to myself at the men and the ladies Who never conceived those billion dollar babies La da da da daa Militant mothers hiding in the basement
I cop a couple forties And went over to Lavodi's. Drank with the OC And began to blow trees. Only had a 10 spot, 5 for a cup And 5 to throw down on someone
There, Done That+ Shit, Dre stuck me in a suitcase when he went (* zipper sound *) "Come on, let's go!" Want a deal? Study these 5 chapters Lesson One
no good! Verse 4: I followed the voice that led down a flight of steps Sneezing at dust, and swinging at the spider-webs Inside the depths of his basement
rows across, Dirty giving hickeys to Vianna White Fingering Pamela Lee We on the balcony Dare one of ya'll to Malcolm X me Somebody might catch a Kennedy Yo let me adjust my lens Through these binoculars I paid 5
the carnival deminions so muthafuck your opinions I'm a loonypath, I kill pedestrians family, neighbors, best of friends anybody, and if I don't kill em' I keep'em in my basement
Carnival Dominon so mother fuck your opinion Im a looney path I kill pedestrians, family, neighbors, best of friends, anybody And if I dont kill em' I keep em' in my basement
2 3 Nothing's for free 4 5 6 Pick up the sticks And go home You better own up to me Yeah Yeah Go home The basement lies within us Our fear comes through
the limit I could shake of 20 haters Ignore em' and handle my business Highly hood got my named cemented A threat to every rapper in the game or that's ever been in it 5
had the hood like Watts flooded wit cop force QB to the cracks in the pavement Mister Everything that ? pool for stacks in a basement Niggas understand
3 - Timbaland] Me and Missy come fresh on tracks {oh} 5 albums deep can ya handle that {that} We came from the basement to platinum plaques {plaques}
: [Royce Da 5'9"] Yeah.. nigga pick up yo', hands and pretend just like if it's a, show - the lyrical cut throat He can and we will show, you BRRTTT,
Da 5'9"] Every breath I breathe, every second I have To be in the lab, wit young man, makin a track at least In the basement, rappin in peace, +Patiently
call the shots Show me nigga, tell me not anything, you spend, you flip, you get, you trip, I got From the yacht, to the g-4, to the g-5, this is stock
