Here the man draws the line for separation. (Old Vision). Watch the man build up his walls for isolation. (You make division). Walk no mile, I'm sick
It's a tale of the Fifty Four, a tale of a time gone by. Of a Merchant's declaration, and the blood red run setting in the sky. It's the tale of a people
Here the man draws the line for separation. (Old Vision). Watch the man build up his walls for isolation. (You make division). Walk no mile, I'm
Traduction: Five Iron Frenzy. Quatre-cinquante et un.
It's a tale of the Fifty Four, a tale of a time gone by. Of a Merchant's declaration, and the blood red run setting in the sky. It's the tale of a
got carts in the paint of that joker Chevy ride Ambassador of auto tune, eight-fifty king Eight hundred and fifty niggas on my eight fifty T I pissin'
remix this [T-Pain] She got the body of a goddess, everybody know that Super-cute face and the booty so fat I'm in the club dropping twenty-four stacks
don't piss me off unless you're ready to run mothafucka. You fellas just be runnin' off at the mouth like hoes, But in reality you faker than a foot with four
Ya call yourself a hustler Thirty-years-old and still try'na move a fifty pack Little Honda Civic with big speakers in the back Me I'm still a hustler
Much love to my nigga Trae, good looking out [Trae] I heard they coming to get me, but it ain't gon be no easy task See me with the Mac-11, sending fifty
get shot, when we clubbin? Abrah Kadabrah then I appear in the back Throwin? it up with all the high rollers that pop crack My lemon has studs no they not that You paid fifty
(feat. Butch Cassidy, Styles P) [Tupac:] They'll never take me alive, I'm gettin' high with my four-five Cocked on these suckas, time to die Even as
[Intro:] 1! 1-2! GRRR! [Verse 1:] I had five hundred grams in fifty-fifty-eight bags Four-hundred Benz eight-thousand in cash. Then the ball dropped,
My Teflon arm brought my government issues I'll hit your vertebrate bullets rip through tissues Your wife on the futon hugging that shitsu Homey you a bitch you got feminine ways Heard you got four
get bizzy [Chorus - repeat 2X] [50 Cent] Yeah I gave Just a buck-fifty, ask him if I cut niggaz Shootouts in Bedford, ask them if I bucked niggaz In four
shots go off It's fifty, they say it's fifty See a nigga layed out wit his fuckin top blown off It's fifty, man that wasn't fifty Don't holla my name
can get killed here Nigga you ain't invincible, even Superman in a wheel chair I've always been a picky man, but I ain't a flowered star So I'mma fuck all fifty
