Get 'em up wid the thug and the nigga wid the bud, got the fifth rose, For the niggas that close hit 'em up wid the forty reasons Nigga roll up the buddah
run up gun up Put him on the ground make him lay down stay down, Harmony smooth wid the thug shit, Mo murda to the fool that clone, Five niggas loc'd
? You slip when I'm high, pullin' my trigger and nigga you die, soldier Four killas we creepin' and comin' to hurt ya, mo murda Better pack that five five
Ripsta, nigga Mista Clean Nigga Dean, deep in my temple and not to get sentimentally sting, wit my Instrumelody, and heated especially for your team And a forty-five
be fun to try I think that I'll save the world as a fun afternoon activity Seventy thousand things to ponder today Most significant are bottom of the list Forty five
diapers and his little bare baby feet All he said was "Folks, my name is Outlaw Pete." I'm Outlaw Pete! I'm Outlaw Pete! Can you hear me? At twenty-five
: More money, more riches, More freaky, model misses. Six-four booty make you hit switches, Shawty sitting on forty inches. I like her, she like me,
yea yea yea Ram bam bi doo ah ... Ram bam bi doo ay ... Do you wanna meet my sister, she's good for a drink or two, At forty-five smiles to the gallon
puddle of spit Pussy tends to come my way, call me cat nip A fuckin' bull mastiff, hit em with a kick make em backflip This is madness, drunk and chuggin' a forty
my watch, it was nine thirty-two, There's nothin' I'd rather do than dance with you. We were rollin', reelin' and a-rockin'... Well, I looked at my watch, it was nine forty
s heart out [Verse 4: Mr. Hyde] O.K. Coral style, shootouts at sundown I?m taking ten paces, splatter faces with the rounds Quickdraw like Will Carver with the forty
-Real] Boom biddy bye bye [Lauryn Hill] Ahhahhhh, ahhhahhh [Wyclef] Yo who told the boyy, to pack a forty-five [Lauryn Hill] Ahhahhhh
so I let it all flow [Whatta you know?] The motherfucker's all blastin' 4-5 equal, in time for some tractions [Whatta you know?] Slide action, no question Forty-five
fuck off and die! Jealous, envious fools want to rush this Loco, trooping ass nigga with the cash, shit Motherfuckers just get your own, and leave mine alone Forty-five
she could twerk it like that She a motherfuckin sex machine, Holla at me baby [Chorus] [Rick Ross] Stuntin in a magnum ridin with my hat low Forty-five
: Maggie?s up each morning at four am By five at the counter at the diner Her trucker friends out on the road will soon be stoppin in As the lights go
duvet A single switch to flick But a thousand boxes yet to tick A thousand boxes yet to tick And Jesus is a Rochdale girl And forty-five CDs Got a house
Milk - talking] Yeah, uh, Elzhi, Black Milk, let's go Yeah, uh... Yeah, uh [Verse 1: Black Milk] You can't mention the top five without mentionin I