Testi:
Five Keys The

wins at all Can't play ball and my Timb's are small. Can't buy trees wit' government cheese I rather be where it's breeze, niggas bubblin keys. My moms

scooped up, by the little homie in the Regal Mmm, it feel good to you baby bubba Ya see, this is for the G's and the keys motherfucker Now follow as

I had a down ass homie though; we ran the streets And on the scene at the age of fourteen, huh I packed a nine and my nigga packed a forty-five We drinkin

[Talking] Uh huh, Uh huh, five, five, one... it's real shit nigga [Chorus] You niggas say somethin' slick, you'll get SLAPPED for that You niggas schemin

production, plus my raps bring destruction Dangerous like spontaneous combustion I rush in, bring MC's to their knees Jewel thieves, rap cats those who move keys

know where I would be Trying to move a key strong armed robbery My destiny could have been an early death of me Just to be alive pushing twenty-five I

m ready for beef I got a three-hundred and fifty-seven, faren-degrees-heit of HEAT, better known as a burner on the STREET Cool, I got the keys to the

the back See everything I do Is with blood sweat and tears Give you what I feel Make you love what you hear Letting no one in this world Ever bring me down Five

I foundt out she lyin, Who she think I am? Saving private ryan? [Verse 2: Andre Nickatina] I make the town move just by walkin on your block, Take the keys