in history as the baddest rapper there could ever be now i'm feelin the highs and ya feelin the lows the beat starts gettin into your toes ya start poppin ya fingers
single and I tell em hell no They ask who im fuckin I say whoever wanna know And I can fuck whoever I like (Gudda Gudda) Got my 2 fingers out the roof
Because money changes everything [ ROUND 1: Donald D ] Once again comin at you hyper Donald D the Syndicate Sniper Boston Strangler, Charles Manson No matter what killer I mention, keep dancin _Five Fingers
I spent too much time Straight talk with the catch to etch my line walk Never fetchin' for crime, halt, who goes there? Yo, it's the squeeze of five fingers
Da bullshit, IC-Don motherfucker, da bullshit Funk Doc, motherfucker, push whips, motherfucker Na, na, chill out, who got the weed in this motherfucker
Erick Sermon and Keith Murray A lot of beer, a lot of girls and a lot of cursin' Forty five automatic on my person Ya, got my hand in my pocket and my finger
bash I set it off (Right, right) I shot up your lights while you caught up in the heights My lyrics starvin', my crew runs like the mob And the funk
matter 'cause my shit get fatter and fatter I'll do the funk in your face and it slaps ya How does it feel with the face full of funk? With the bass
out, yo, 1992 begins the new wave for the blunt rollers You know what I'm sayin'? The saga of the Philly Blunt continues The flava's the P Funk y'all
last two albums don't sound real bad I'm Too $hort, baby, I ain't no punk I'm just askin', "Can I sample the funk?" So can we sample the funk? Bitch!
U S is the true test In Oakland makin' the funk, so won't you stick to what you do best Keep a dick in your ass and keep your nine to five And don't
chicken head Bone legged, buckteeth butterfly One for the money, two for the show Three I want a real big booty to go Check it, for the homies, five
-eyed Bandit, Cypress Hill, and the Funk Doctor Spock You wish you could hang, like I hang Dwells in the CPT, the hood thing G, the trigga finger, I?
Dead bodies, dead bodies all over the street Fifty-five, sixty-five bodies at least I hang with the stiffs till the break of dawn I'm always finding bodies
I aint seen before. Verse 3 a?? Braintax With one pen too high to overextend, In dreamland with freedom starting again, With foresight thrive on the magic of life, And five fingers
Aiyyo, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven Blaze the hot trizack that sound like heaven Seven, six, five, four, three, two, one My mon methtical come