: [Bizarre] The rap game, hip hop 101 The hardest nine to five you'll ever have You can't learn this shit in no history book You ready to rap motherfucker
You're probably hear me rap half-hearted; cause I don't like rap anyway I'm just tryin to get my porno career started Every place and event.. +Been There
in here?) and started helpin him stomp me I made them think they beat me to death Holdin my breath for like five minutes before they finally left Then
s like.. [Eminem] .. everyday I wake up, another drama It's a wonder I'm alive, survivin this karma If I can hold on to my private life for five minutes
somethin, a four was like you were the ****, now its like the least you get three and a half now just means you a peice of **** four and a half or five
your mind when i was gone? Baby ain't no need to pretend I aint actin live I'm like a young-ass Michael from the Jackson Five (HEE HEEE) But you don
' all their men [Eve] I wanna talk about ryde or die My dogs control confrontation In any situation Five niggas on your team Five niggas you replacing Five niggas used to gleam Five
the corner tell me if you wanna five will make ya feel alright. (five will make ya feel alright)X2 Do you wanna get freaky when the five of us make
off And every direction, protect ya babies, your moms Late night like Carson Daly, Theo Bailey, we stay armed Grits box, vacuum tight, concealing the powder Five
ya'll (I just want to celebrate) Like we just beat trial (I just want to celebrate) We hype for just bein here [Ghostface Killah:] Stones on every arm
Six 'em girls, hit his kicks I'm a still show that motherfucker he fish Pound cake, beat that bitch Holy smoke! I admire your roll Two fours and a five
call it my best work, bump to it You can Rolling Stone every bone, and kill 'em at the Grammy's Have 'em sit down, polly with the top five families Blocka
no more, nigga? This is tight shit, tighter than white in ya wallet [Ghostface Killah] Yo, I'm talking bags of heavy coke, bracelets on every men Innocent
if to say, them other chicks wasn't meant When she came through, by every square inch possible Help the kid get on out, every obstacle Long talks at night
fucked this bitch on the sofa Twisted the chocha, me'll flip on the culture Had the bird niggaz shittin' in peels, clippin' your tail Let the four-five
Isle I spark the mic and Shaolin spark the methtical Every evenin', I have a by myself meetin' Thinkin' who's gonna be the next to catch a beatin' From
One dose of my feroc(ious) handheld trigga cuts Acapella spittin shell paralyzed when you get touched And critical mic cords, hangin like umbilical Cords, dope swords, five