GO, GET SWEPT WITH THE TIDE, OUR FRIENDS ON OUR SIDE, WHILE THE WORLD STANDS AT OUR THROATS. [x2] In an instant, we grew distant, BUT WE STILL HAVE OUR
for the day they finally freed me I got a caravan of niggaz every time we ride (every time we ride) Hittin motherfuckers up when we pass by (when we
the shit, cause its startin to draw flies You're played like my five-year old's newborn toys Don't know shit about Chicago, but I could still make Illa
whateva like Wheatstraw Stuck servin my cocaine raw Drop sixty-two off the brick, jump back Twenty over now that's mo' money to get Slick, we fin' to
No more indo, gin and juice I'm on my way to Chino, rollin on the grey goose Shackled from head to toe Twenty-five with a izz-L, with nowhere to gizzo
. Thomas, oh, Mr. Thomas, Why don't we feel whatever we're supposed to feel Oh, Mr. Thomas, Mr. Thomas, Why don't we feel whatever we're supposed to
want God? Word up, look out for the cops (Wu-Tang five finger shit) (Cash Rules) Word up, two for fives over here baby Word up, two for fives them niggaz
president is black, rolls golden charms Twenty-two inch rims like Hulk Hogan's arms When thousands of peoples is riled up to see you That can arouse ya ego, we
saw me I'll put my head down, maybe they'll ignore me No chance "Ice what's goin' on?" I listened to twenty-five songs And after that the brothers still
'm just rollin' in the black five hun' I used to low ride, now it's just for fun I had five cars, but now I got one Hard to keep up ballin' when you'
, Spalding ball Balding Donald Trump taking dollars from y'all Baby you're fired, your girlfriend hired But if you don't mind I'ma keep you on call We above the law, we
[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne] Lights on, I see your face She eat me up, she got expensive taste I see you dreaming, but you still awake Big slices, that's how
week I hit a curb, and messed up your rim But my Baby don't trip, get the twenty, we dip Now we're back in the whip, where we sip and flip Can you take
Erick Sermon, rolling with Short Rolled from California all the way to New York In big Benzes, G-50 up Now we trying to squash all that east west stuff We
town wit my boy Ben Franklin Spend fo', get an ounce of dank then Rich nigga get high relaxin If I bust a Ben Frank' get some Andrew Jacksons Five twenties
s dream, and we all wanna shine But we all can't green, knahImean? Being rich is a poor man's dream, and we all wanna shine But we all can't green... [
stung by a thousand hornets? Five hundred Killa Beez, buzzin' and really on it Whipped with Cuban Linx, and cut with Liquid Swords Choked by Ironmen 'til we
