Testi:
Five O S Empty Heart

most grip, we all into birds And it's worth to the niggaz in my - hood That's movin' a motherfuckin' thangs doin' real - good Know y'all, what's up boy

25 That's why I carry two .9's and a 25 To sell twenties, that will get you dummy high I bagged in the 125 on 25's It's the 20's on the 5, my coochie

There's a thousand empty stages waiting for their empty performances, A thousand empty faces waiting for their empty stances. How many times must we hear

motherfucker it's on [The Gang] Ay come on Bad A$$ let's do it nigga, it's on now nigga Ay ay nigga What's up nigga (What's up) Ay nigga Nigga the homie

] [Verse 3:] Before Jimmy Iovine the kid wasn't IV, these bitch niggaz tried to take my live for five G's, i was in the projects, two o' clock in

Point, I swerve, Campbelton Rd, Southside Eight fify-five, jacket at bus top standin', sweatin' but, I ain't smilin Outside it's twenty below fool I'm ridin' to the liquor store Closed that's

Throwin it up like liquor on an empty stomach {*cycle whizzes by*} Y'all don't hear nuttin? Who that, Mac? [Beanie Sigel] Nah dawg, that's M. Bleek comin

crazy friends Well I'm done With awkward situation's empty conversations Oohh This is an S.O.S. Don't wanna second guess This is the bottom line It's

O.X.) [Intro: Sheek Luchion] Yeah, what the deal. This is what y'all niggaz been waiting for? This is what been waiting for huh? That Kasino shit. L.O