here again She?s sixteen , now she cries alone her father?s dead he can?t touch her anymore he?s a bad dreams Forever Young We?ll be stronger Forever Young let?s
while I bump kamikaze shit, while I scream look at my grill hoe [chorus (2x)] [8ball] old grill smile, wiling out up in the VIP the club close at five 'o
tightly within the King's fist! The Shadow-Sword! [ALTARUS:] Your perceptions are clear, young Xerxes. The life-essence of Angsaar's arch-foe was still
decimals with commas behind my O's, so.... You see gangs never work out the way I planned Cos I hustle all night, black eyes from gang fights A mad nigga's
not on my time and I'm not even trying What's poppin Slime? nothin five, and if they trippin fuck em five I ain't got no time to shuck and jive, these
pop pop, that was the jack for the crack sack It's a shame for what a young nigga go through Smokin' on that dank hopin' a young nigga pull through I'm hopin' that the five
syncopate but I'm still in the mix One of the many young policin breathers knockin out sequence Life's a L-O-T-T-O, carry a switch for self-defense Rappers
the live spots The thug, take your hairy soul like ? I withdraw! [Big Gipp] Yeah, look here, been here Dis here's, diss year's Get one of the five to
cells, niggaz on the corners hustlin' YouknowhatI'msayin? I do this shit from the heart man [Verse 1] Yo I write rhymes for Beemers, Rovers overachievers O.G.'s and young
(feat. A.G., Lord Finesse, O.C.) [O.C.] Yeah, umm This ain't a tribute, you still here, word up You still here, Corleone [Chorus: Woman singing] I
Rick Ross:] Bitch I got money too "Trilla" album comin' soon Triple C's, 305, B-O-E give us room Whip the keys (twenty-five!), in the kitchen (cookin
do Spent my evenin's down at the drive-in And that's when I met you yeah Standin' on your Mama's porch You told me that you'd wait forever Oh and when
all you shit poppers, put your money where your mouth at I roll wit bank stoppers, five-foot Reps who whip ass Erases coppers, it's mandatory, that D-O
[Intro] Yo once a pimp gets threats That's right, that's the - the that's, that's threats them And I'm serious about mine, I'm so sin-surr And I, nigga
got you Blitzkrieg, fahtis bleed, it's natural The Army, take out your front line calmly - you like that Tell the Cap' the kids back the Millitant My regiment be five
and all the niggas from the club Double R, G-B's and Looies What's up, What's up Yeah Mackin Ass Mall ya know Rollin with the five thirty fiv Beeyatch
s knocking at my window (KNOCK KNOCK) someone's ringing my bell (DING DONG) it's about two in the morning (HEY YO G, WHAT THE HELL'S GOING ON?) (it's
