em all scatta, bullets to my nuts only made my balls fatta, eat her dead bee-yatch..mercy neva that, When we smoke spliffs, we pack four-fifths Just
with lead Took a kitchen knife to [censored] fin' to poke me a nigga Wishin I had a gun so I could smoke me a nigga Sold my first five quarter gram pieces
nigga, 50 yo nigga Squeeze the trigga' leave a nigga fa' sho! [Verse: B.I.G.] When we smoke spliffs, we pack four-fifths Just in case dread wanna riff
Biggie yo nigga, 50 yo nigga Squeeze the trigga' leave a nigga fa' sho! [Verse Two: Notorious B.I.G.] When we smoke spliffs, we pack four-fifths Just
's nearly gone Your injector ports are stripped and that ain't all" "The torque converter's runnin' low on torque And that water pump's nearly down a quart
got much to offer Whether it be weed on 93 Or off on the glock glock for some dollars, so Get a bag of dope and a quarter roll, oh Most all of my niggas
if anyone asks If there ain't no one but us trash You dunno, you better akse somebody Cuz we're havin' a White Trash Party! *2nd Verse* Pull a fifth
What y'all know about this fab shit, huh? TE baby come on, uh-huh Trackmasters uh-huh Look we can shop together mama, his and hers Fifth Av. shit baby
up on us Shit'll get deeper than twelve foot, and you be leaking out of order Don't beef, if you ain't beefin' for no quarters Cuz pain is money, you
big homey is sick, heads know me to flip Before it goes down, show me the chip It's going down, La, throw me the fifth Hold it so quick, get ya word
to be this drug dealing Motherfucker damn Wish I could take us all on this magic carpet ride Through the sky I Use to play the hall up fifth floor me
he needs is thirteen quarters Congregated in his hat A crow, a scavenger type California redemption provides him with his rent Room and board inside a fifth
Was mad dripper, he had a fuckin villa in Manilla We got to flee to Panama, but wait it's half and half Keys is one and two-fifth, so how we flip Thirty
that new edition Good grain gettin, shit and lovin the feelin Bobby Womack singin, Marisa Rings gleaming Hat cocked duce, puffin the quarter loosely Poppin the bottle and tippin fifth
ya somethin thatll make a nigga beg please When the bullet blows by make you feel a little breeze Drop to ya knees, see the big barrel of the chrome fifth
up with 'em [Hook] [Verse 3] You ain't know me 'cause I live so special Try to stay low key but it's still so special Flat screens in the floor, quarter
ma be on top of it like A-1 sauce Pause, now who's the truth (me), Who's quick to shoot (me) My four-fifth got kick like Bruce Lee See, I'm a true G,
