me watch for they po-po That's 'cause me wantin no encounter with the 5-0 [Bizzy] Smoke, smoke, smoke, until you choke I'm gettin a buzz, and buyin' the grub I'm goin broke (four
motherfuckers sleep and ya passed out I'm in the hood tryin' to make a G before nine Five thirty, took a break and I'm back on the grind Four ten, put
here (Wanna rob myself) [Verse 1] Hey Plies it's a robbery, get up! I'm talkin' to myself though, what the fuck? G-F four-fifty that's the biggest truck
barely move Just to tell me she love me take all her breath to do She on a kidney machine, I know it's hurting too Four times a week gotta get her blood
Can I get a Soul Clap? Can I get a Soul Clap? I'm the gentleman to hold the door I'm the gangsta that's lettin' off the three while loadin' the four
kid, the dog, everybody dying, no lying You niggas' jeans too tight Your colors too bright, your voice too light (That's too far nigga!) I might wear black four
Or do I look like a mind reader sir? I don't know Am I under arrest or should I guess some mo'? Well you was doin fifty-five in the fifty-four License
it starts; I've forgotten it! Hold on; stop the segment. Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop. Check out what how it starts. What's the first line? [Paul:] One, two, three, four
' me grief I, rat-a-tat-tat it like one-two one-two Cock my shit back and let off on your whole crew I'm Brick City baby, twenty-four seven A project
't care Yo yo, fuck all you radio that wanna play clean singles I cleaned mine for years and still ain't hit a million Why? I get the Buddha heads bugging Shit, I should be four
honeybitch In the mix! So bitches be lookin fly and I'll run in em With they toes and nails done, hair wrapped up with pins in em Fifty-four eleven Reebox
in that Terriyaki chicken You've just been fitted for them seaman shoes This is bottom of the lake raps Stab you in the back Kung fu Fifty-two cops can't withstand the fifty-two blocks Unless they bust like fifty
yo Is fat, bald men decided to write songs And teach Mouseketeers to sing I'll stick Britney Spears in a room full of mirrors So she gets fifty years
rent, rooms to let fifty cents No phone, no pool, no pets, I ain't got no cigarettes Ah, but two hours of pushin' broom buys an eight by twelve four
see the band played on And they were singin' my song I see the band played on And they were singin' my song Watch the band play on I get a hundred-fifty
't tustle with bustaz, not tonight If you a dough gettin' swinga Niggaz act funny with cha money Whatcha do? Give 'em the finga I dedicate this to cats want they cheddar to rise Fifty
to die On some humble shit, I am on some rumble shit When it's on you should see the shit I come through with If you scared by dog release the four by fours
represent eight blocks and sing-sing Almost caught a buck fifty for fucking with Latch in Killer Queens Moves for paper, moves no chaser Bullets out the blazer four