down on the town Even though all the hatas being around I still clown With the sound that will keep you pumped I'm pushin' nothin' but this 11/5 gangsta
Time: 2:50 Irving Music, Inc. BMI Master #51285 Recorded 2/20/64 Single Released 5/11/64 (Capitol 5174) Charted 5/30/64 Reached #24 B side with I Get
And now my mama lets me down She wouldnt pick up the phone I'll make it all on my own But that's a whole other song and y'all don't leave it alone! I
' it on you jealous bitch made playa hating-ass niggas, You betta tell 'em what's real bitch Takin' ova the shit in the '9-5 I bring to you the one and
Midnight No Woah No [Verse 1:] It Started Out Like Any Other Day But It Was Anything But Somethin Bout The Way The Moon Was Shining Somethin Seems
Come and take a ride [Rick Ross:] Billionaire Yayo JUSTICE LEAGUE [Rick Ross:] 57 years, yes! Blood for a D-Boy Hand my mack 11 to the engineer to
like a fizzbie [Chorus x2] [Verse 5: Pitbull] I play no games on the flow it's silly And if you disrespect say hi to the 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 millie Get
Sunday eve Its straight to 5-6 best beleive We calling up some biancas on the humbug To come down around the town everybody else is Skateland bound 5
begun, nigga I'm Satan's son [Verse 2] My mother raised me a single parent so it's apparent That I got love for my mother, none of you other fuckas Are
[First Verse:] Many muthafuckas didn't make it, Other niggas locced up cuz they couldn't take it, The ghetto got it's claws in my back tryin' to keep
© Vigoda/Gruber 1993 I've got one foot on the altar, and the other on the ground Safe in the daylight sun I've got one hand to hold you, and the other
shorts no losses Puttin' it on you jealous bitch made playa hating-ass niggas You betta tell 'em what's real bitch Takin' ova the shit in the 9-5 I
my mama let's me down, she wouldn't pick up the phone I'll make it all on my own But that's a whole other song and y'all don't leave it alone I save
shooters, we tote glock nines And we don't smoke a peace pipe, we smoke fat dimes It's a place where it's a common site to see the 5-0 Hit the other
your mind. We can make it betta, and I know it could take some time. But we gotta start somewhere. How 'bout wit you and me? From us it goes to others
two-three-four-five-six-seven-eight"} Y'all been frontin Without a ounce of thuggin You go against me, you too can count for nothin [Royce Da 5'9"] I
for shovin' I got the mask, I got the strap, soon as I find the gloves We gonna start exposin' off like Farhrenheit 9/11 [Verse 2: Jadakiss] I'ma speak
and Uey, verbal gymnast Volvo, physical fitness, over tracks leave statistics Tripped into the realm with chrome shines like sunlight Half of my life is right, the other
