Lyrics:
once said by Black Thought that "Things Fall Apart"
Knew I shouldn't have been messin' with dude's girl from start
But I pimp from the heart, the art
Parked big Wraith in the 6
Got ice? Then we takin' his shit
Pour an eight in a Twist
I get so high off the mud for no reason
I be wastin' this shit
Niggas
Y:John Quincy Adams was number six
And it's Andrew Jackson's butt he kicked
So Jackson learns to play politics
Next time he's the one that
when I'm comin"
Fucked for thirty-six minutes and twelve seconds
"Can you hit it from the back?" oh yeah bitch no question
Turn that ass around, she had
the 8 o 10
All the fear and no sting, Just Cause you think you Scorpion
That's right, you a pop star not a Rap God
Go back to the 6 with Kawhi Leonard,
the dance
fim fi fo fum, Charlie Brown make the dance around
Verse 6: Charlie Brown
zipiddy dooh doh zipeddy dah, OW!
that's only one Charlie Brown zeeker
Jerry Jeff Walker
Well, our story starts in Texas, where he's tempered by the heat
That skinny Alvin boy believes his fastball can't be heat
So he
of whiskey, i'd had by noon the next day
Came the 4th time i'd watched that girl pack up and walk away
There's strength in numbers, my mama said to me
But i
fear
I snatched your heart
Put it way up on the chart
At ten you're fucked
At nine you suck
At eight you're a sucker
At seven-a mothafucka
At six
new
1 bish 2 bish 3 bish 4
5 bish 6 bish 7 bish mo
8 bish 9 bish 10 bish yo
Out here doin' numbers, they count on me for coke
1 bish 2 bish 3 bish 4
If he threw a 3 it reminded him of the 3 angels that went to Sodom and Gomorrah.
A 4 reminded him of the fact that Eve, the most mentioned woman
dollar~~
cin't got a lot but what I have I've earned~~
Grind or shine put in that work~~
Until the day they call my number~~
(Verse 2)
10,9,8,7,6,5,4,3
to pieces
I know 9 bitches that get lit and they Puerto Rican
I got 8 chains around my neck
7 minutes I can spend
For 6 months
And 5 days
And 4 songs that
the rookies, six for the pros (NAH)
Seven for the numbers of them fuckin zeroes (WHAT?)
Eight for haters, nine for the cause
Ten for my niggaz, behind big
the rookies, six for the pros (NAH)
Seven for the numbers of them f***in zeroes (WHAT?)
Eight for haters, nine for the cause
Ten for my n****z, behind
the rookies, six for the pros (NAH)
Seven for the numbers of them f***in zeroes (WHAT?)
Eight for haters, nine for the cause
Ten for my n****z, behind
whats coming up next how many?
4) Im a guy do you mind that i got plenty?
Good cause i dont let me ask you number 5
5) Would you always keep or tell me
Fut’ would say,
I C8, like Corvette Speed,
Them man sing in court, that’s weak,
Them man don’t pop corn on street,
They only pop corn,
In front of 3
cheeks ya3nii andalé
Hardaway in n out again
Yeh
Hittin deep like these 808s
Fadeaway like Im number 8
Yeh
I Shaq Diesel dat ass in ways
She wan tape watch
where i sleep, now give me my key
[Verse 8: N.O.R.E.]
New York get the blood money, dirty cash still sweet
We will blackwall street by the swapmeet with
(throw it up)
Southwest to Brightmo', Puritan to 6 Mile
Number streets won't hold 'em up (hold 'em up)
Eastside you see the E's, Westside show the dubs
never switch
Still cracking, I get active, I'm blue number fifth
Every time it's bounce out, ain't no more tense
I'm a joint for my six, but it come
and we said look at that fucker dance."
It takes one to know one
It takes two to tango
Three cheers for the DJ
cnd four on the floor
Five fingered
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