hear me calling And set this heart of mine free Chorus: In every beat Beat of my heart You're everything I need In every breath I breathe Thoughts of you In every beat
when I'm banging that pistol Cause my gun and my vest, is a military issue Brother wait till I see you, then do a song and diss ya Beat your ass, then
Creeping on cowards cocked up in a Coupe, getting my sag on Lift the front end up, let the ass end just drag on Me and a couple of loc niggaz, up in a rag rome Five
did shine Cause I resort to a life of crime, and I know I'm wrong, but I got to get mine Got to feed my mouth and five more, I grind every day but I stay
all done up and done it We chiefing like everyday, smoking bluebonic chronic I did it I done it, this rap beef you know who won it I'm five million worldwide
[Verse 1] vocal chords stretched breakin every bone in the beat fuck a Source my shit is five mics on the street z-mainey, onions on my breath, make you
One hundred and twenty five Beats to, beats to the minute One hundred and twenty five You get the notion with the motion Then you're out on the floor
occupation is under question Wanted for investigation, and even though I'm marked for death, I'ma spark til I lose my breath Motherfuckers, every time
Intro: 2Pac Hey DeVante Nigga, don'tcha know we're gonna sow up every bitch in the country Me and you, up in the same motherfuckin room On the same
shit, thats what they tell me So many rumors but I'm infinitely Immortal Outlaw Switching up on you ordinary bitches like a south paw you get let And every
Don't look confused, the truth is so plain to see Cause I'm the nigga that you sell-outs are ashamed to be In every Jeep and every car, brothers stomp
beat fades out] Two for the shoow! - Ooooooooohhhhhh! (This is that shit right here!) Three to get the honeyyys! [scratches] Here we gooo! - Weeeeeeeee dooo it! [scratches] [beat
[Bizarre] The rap game, hip hop 101 The hardest nine to five you'll ever have You can't learn this shit in no history book You ready to rap motherfucker
[Interlude: Angie Martinez] Police say... One man with a gun shot five people! And sent hundrends runnin' from cover. Chaos around new time turn this
threats My fam cries at the wake, some guys do steaks With their eyes on my tape, realizin my surprisin fate Ten-to-five covered, then from five-to-eight
" will have to strike Be rappers with the mic like I practice every night Vocabulary's tighter than a "Seven-Forty I" I mortify forty-five guys for their
catch me rolling up if a nigga not burning. [Chorus:] I got five on it, Have your bowl and get beat. I got five on it, Nohting with that endo weed, I got five
