Lyrics:
A thousands parts a pound of heart an ounce of eyes
Announcing now the doubt in mouth pronounces a count of lies
Chocula counts by the counts of 5
the trash and
The 5's in the cupboard
I never get stingy with a
Lick with my brother
Five bands and food stamps in
The trap with my brother
It's just me
Yeah, this big Bun B the baby southern OG
I'm Pimp C's brother every body knows me
Comin' from that P.A.T, with Mr. V.I.C.
Young Mogul, ENT.
If you
Unlucky 13
Unlucky 13
Unlucky 13
Unlucky 13
Unlucky 13
Unlucky 13
Unlucky 13 yea you know that we the mob bitch
Yea we love to drop shit
Not Chinese
And we can do it all night
Take a flashlight to see up in my windpipe
I like to keep a nigga hype
I wanna know can you handle my mic
We run this (run
feindin', feindin' through the night like a crow boy
Need for speed, it's Turismo, no slow boy
Eight degrees when we kick it in the North Pole
Mortal Kombat
playing with Pride
Loyalty i've been a Kea since five
Integrity, Brothers that stay by your side
Got principles, morals that we all abide
Respect one
Hey, you know, everybody's talkin' about the "good old days," right? (Yeah)
Everybody, the good old days, the good all days (yeah, the good ol'
a normal thang
Before brothers bought Benz's, used to drive Mustangs
12 years later, and I'm still in the game
All my life all I wanted was a few hoes
If
for the night till the early morning
You wanna know I'll take you around the hood do the gangsta lean
'Cause we can fuck any time of day it's all good
the realest
Peep the flow, if you feel us
Damn man, I'm coming through all night man
Didn't see me coming out of your right man
Cuz I came in hook with
named for razor blades
All American but Chinese made
Folks working hard for shrinking pay
21st Century, USA
Out on 90 we might see you pass
We got
a good brother
Always got your hands out, it ain't no doubt that y'all niggas ain't nothing but blood suckas (yeah)
Plus, y'all ain't bringing nothing
cooking all morning and you haven't touched a single bite
And nice young preacher brother Tailor dropped by today
Said he'd be pleased to have dinner
mornin' and you haven't touched a single bite
That nice young preacher brother Tailor dropped by today
Said he'd be pleased to have dinner on Sunday oh by
for my family than mine did
'Cause hip-hop rhymes taught me more than my moms did
Didn't drink 'til I was twenty-five 'cause I'm my mom's kid
All I
his fridge or his pantry door
Eating Chinese food every single night cuz he poor
His Mother doing drugs or she's popping a cork
Every night it's a 5
wanna talk money?
Shit real that's all I could tell 'em
Just rap 'em up good so the dogs can't smell 'em c'mon
Brown paper bag (thank god for that)
Hey, you know, everybody's talkin' about the "good old days," right? (Yeah)
Everybody, the good old days, the good all days (yeah, the good ol'
Mann from Scary Movie you banned from being mooly
I keep it black gutter, white gutter, Chinese gutter by these brothers
Here try these fuckers here
All
cookin' all morning and you haven't touched a single bite"
"That nice young preacher, Brother Taylor, dropped by today"
"Said he'd be pleased to have
cookin' all morning and you haven't touched a single bite"
"That nice young preacher, Brother Taylor, dropped by today"
"Said he'd be pleased to have
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies
Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen
You shot
humming
Dynamite, dynamite, clef I got the cash
Yo let's skip town like harlem nights
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my
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