Here the man draws the line for separation. (Old Vision). Watch the man build up his walls for isolation. (You make division). Walk no mile, I'm sick
It's a tale of the Fifty Four, a tale of a time gone by. Of a Merchant's declaration, and the blood red run setting in the sky. It's the tale of a people
Here the man draws the line for separation. (Old Vision). Watch the man build up his walls for isolation. (You make division). Walk no mile, I'm
Übersetzung: Five Iron Frenzy. Vier-einundfünfzig.
It's a tale of the Fifty Four, a tale of a time gone by. Of a Merchant's declaration, and the blood red run setting in the sky. It's the tale of a
flip, they twist, they turn Now is ya ready for it Then I'ma bring it to ya, if you insist playa I'ma discharge all fifty out the clip playa That's how
what cha get hit with come near me Niggas know that I stack feddi sip fine wine I aint no hoe so come and test me I bust fifty times Put a nigga in a
straight tossin I aint seen a click yet that can stunt like mine I aint seen a marette that can run like mine 1999, and it's our turn to shine Fifty or
: Fa sho I got my gat so you know what that means It's a bust back thang, I ain't goin' out like a hoe When you comin' to get me I got the four four
Four golds and I'm out there baby [Baby] I hit my safe for a hundred and fifty G's (Why nigga?) Orderin' for 20 kees (Street value?) Two hundred and fifty
stepson Unload reload bookah bookah the chopper come The chest magaler Neck strangeler Uptown slanger Brain untangeler, ya heard me Verse Three: Bullet Gotta uh chop with fifty shots Ready for combat Fifty
die bitch Chop or get chopped hoe B.G. split or get split Play tha game how it go Shootin tha drop somethin' Glock or pop somethin' AK wit' fifty shots
fuck the Police (Grindin') (Fuck 'em) I don't give a fuck bout them Look [B.G.] I'ma lil' nigga that will down you Let off fifty rounds at you and If
who we are? I'm Lil' Weezy puttin down for C.M.R. [Chorus Repeat] Bling bling Everytime I come around yo city Bling bling Pinky ring worth about fifty
Boy, leave ya dick in the dirt, Ride with Juvey, Lil' Wayne, and Turk, Puttin' faces on shirts, You know tuh-uh-together, we acts a ass, Fifty shots,
I know in my heart i wanna cry having thoughts in my mind that man goin die as I frantically run towards Fifty's spot, I panically peep like fifty cops
teach you how to stunt I see you scheming, nigga keep on dreaming, I hurt ya mans I'll teach you how to stunt [50 Cent] Seven series BM, Six series benz Twenty-four
