light burns the world again All is lost in space, no one has a place If you knew that it would end If they knew that it would end We're all gonna burn
fifty for fucking with Latch in Killer Queens Moves for paper, moves no chaser Bullets out the blazer four-fifths with the laser Come and get your shit splitted
what not I'm from the school of the hard knocks, we must not Let outsiders violate our blocks, and my plot Let's stick up the world and split it fifty-fifty
light in the sound So whoever want the drama I'm invitin' them now Phenomenal shit, spit 'til my abdominal split Plus combined lines so minds demolish a click Still burn
buck fifty for fucking with Latch in Killer Queens Moves for paper, moves no chaser Bullets out the blazer four-fifths with laser Come and get your shit splitted
if it fit ya Y'all thirteen inches, I see the big picture If it's to get richer, I'd probably get wit ya If not burn it, get hot like a furnace Shoot
night, high MC's They call that one dude Daddy-X Cause he's like fifty-three (Chorus x2 - Violent J & Esham & Shaggy 2 Dope) Burn, black smoke
You see I'm riding round in a lexus, boy Cause we rob a lot like a Texas, boy And if ya ain't Slip-N-Slide, I'll wreck ya, boy Give me fifty feet stay
just how crunk this shit be once we get rich 'Til then it's back to hustlin' with my misfits Deep, on a creep, fifty songs tucked under the prone Fifty
house Eiht hype in the motherfuckin house, geyeah 1/2 oz in the motherfuckin house My niggaz on the run in the motherfuckin house Lil hawk and burn in
poured me out a drink I sniffed and crossed myself My hand decided that the time was nigh And for a moment it slipped from view And when it returned, it fairly burned
lottery, possibly they spotted me Battle-scarred shogun, explosion when my pen hits Tremendous, ultra-violet shine blind forensics I inspect you, through the future see millennium Killa B's sold fifty
I'm from the school of the hard knocks, we must not let outsiders violate our blocks, and my plot let's stick up the world and split it fifty/fifty, uh
, murder, kill, kill, burn up all y'all Now everybody lay it down, nobody make a sound I got fifty fuckin' rounds Now everybody lay it down, nobody make a sound I got fifty
lady Is there anybody's cup as empty as mine? Pile into the Hoo-ride, seats recline Stop at the weedspot, order up another This is how we do it, MUTHAFUCKA CD burned
