your 9 to 5 And I won't go out of my way To hear what you've got to say We must be doing something right When we became your 9 to 5 Did it do all the
[Hook:] I wanted a kiss, kiss, kiss [Verse 1: Royce da 5'9"] Nickel Nina nigga Twitter beefing, first rapper that I shot a fan Gucci's my absolute
never know, for the cheddar yo, she might be giving head for dough I flip stacks... get that... Big Black 96' Ac, and then go to my ex's house and ask for
ever hated u will not sleep comvertably ridin round lookin for dem niggas who jumped me when i was in da 5th grade now i gotta switch blades now i got a mack and a 9
re designed to spend the best years of your life working for it Don't be deceived, for soon there's no reprieve And then there's no tomorrow for those
Penelope, nigga we lookin for you Where you at? we up herre in Philly we got a platinum Party goin on for Toya, me, the 'Tics, urbody herre We got rooms
been a rebel) What's your stompin ground? (stompin ground) What turf you from? (turf you from) What's you city playboy (what's yo city?) mine 9-4-5-9-
the clothes . . . Phyllis: These are the clothes that you . . . ? Don: Right here . . . Phyllis: There are clothes in there for me for the shower? [20
heard I'm getting parmagane cheese And I won't stop moving til the metal dig me Say word, yo, make 'em work for it, young rookie, ya'll need me That's
(feat. Fabolous, Lloyd Banks, Royce da 5'9") [Fabolous:] These niggas losing their minds you find that theres no reward they say they already home it
[feat. Fabolous, Lloyd Banks & Royce Da 5'9"] [Fabolous:] These niggas losing their minds, you find that there's no reward They say they already home
tomorrow never comes 3X from the burbs to the slums tomorrow never comes [x2] whether you got a 9 to 5 or you hustling gums tomorrow never comes [x3] when you out for
shopping cart, we ain't tin men, niggas got heart! Like my nigga Noble and my nigga Troy, strong, real brothers with balls get 9-1-1 calls. WHEN SHIT HITS THE FAN, THERE
, all I can see is sunshine there's one thing know for sure, that no way I', holding onto yesterday no more, living for today, I don't care 'bout tomorrow. There
a rebel) What's your stompin ground? (stompin ground) What turf you from? (turf you from) What's you city playboy (what's yo city?) mine 9-4-5-9-1 Vallejo
killin everybody Drug wars is real You have no friends in the outfield Foul balls is deaf, umpires keep ice grilles Theres no tomorrow its the bottom of the 9 9
