[Rah:] Hey hip hop I see what you doing 4thirty ain't mad at you neither Let's do this [Hook: Rah] Look at my wrist Look at my kicks Look at my neck
made it On this ladder And I'm destined to climb [Pro:] To the sky To the sky It's a bird It's a plane 4thirty wilding like we won a championship game
murda show get to they shop, and hit the back door some of you niggas don't really know real killas don't need a, 4-4 to make that niggas, head blow put
Cause I'm dirty, got a blunt and half a pack and my Gat! {Whooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid! } Frankie ain't pumpin' shit. - Till Lance come back home It's 4
MVP And I ain't goin' no where so you can get to know me [Verse 4 - Tony Yayo] I started out at fifteen, scared as hell I took thirty off a pack and
(feat. Lil' Jon & The Eastside Boyz) [Intro] 5-4... 5-4... 5-4... 5-4... 5-4... [Repeated several times] YEEEEEEEEEEAAA! [Chorus x2] We gon' hustle
like dis I want 12 disc changers 11 filly blunts 10 carot gold 9 sega tapes 8 gold teeth 7 pairs of jeans 6 pints of beer 5 fresh gold chainnnnnnns 4 thirty
(feat. Dorasel, Thorough) [Hook x4: Eightball] We run this shit And we don't give a fuck who you be run-nin with So don't forget [Eightball] Gotta
know she was a cute, lil', stout tender Ready to put it down, whether rain or shine She always, always, always.. [Chorus x4] [MJG whispering x4] She
dollars and sense, see I gotta have it goin on, Or be trapped in this hole for too motherfuckin long IT'S ON! [Verse 4: MJG] Thirty buster in yard talkin
was the bulletproof suede Wu bally shoes What I got to lose? My Grandaddy Flow's unstoppable Shorty looked tropical like Playboy supermodels Dust 'em slingers like gospel Thirty
and got my gear straight Jumped in the car, drove for an hour, with no luck Started havin doubts and that's about when trouble came up Twelve thirty at
keep my hand off the gun trigger Stick up your eardrum, knock your purse room A bank account funds needs lots of ones About a million of 'em, ya time went about thirty
shit don't amaze me Enemies fold like cloves when I project my flows U.F.O.'s get wet the fuck up like H20 You move too slow, bang thirty seconds behind
! Twenty five! Twenty six! Twenty seven! Twenty eight! Twenty nine! Thirty! Thirty one! Thirty two! Thirty three! Thirty four! Thirty five! Thirty six! Thirty seven! Thirty eight! Thirty
got her at the wood shack, throwin her back Champagne, chicken wings, and bubblebath Catch me somewhere outta town signin autographs Still workin street corners, straight servin them blacks Them thirty
forever (twenty-four twenty-five) It's kind of sad (twenty-six twenty-seven) Won't last forever (twenty-eight twenty-nine) It's kind of sad (thirty thirty-one) Won't last forever (thirty
like your momma's Hooked on Phonics So when we steppin through, with the thirty-two of brew Niggaz better make way for the Alkaholik crew When we're steppin through, with the thirty
