Lyrics:
It's that N-to-the-E-to-the-R-V-E
Chill-Chill, brother, I'm chill
They be like, "Nerve
Where the fuck you been?"
They know where the flow's been
Locked myself inside the yo
Finna take me a ride
Gotta V-Tec same as Honda Accord Hit the road I'm flying
We can hit up strip let's go to the store
This
at the radio station huh?
Man, I know he'll show some love, man
I'ma go and take my
CD over to him see if he'll play it, man ha
Straight up ha
Hey, what's up
that rap won't last
Radio was playin' it
Street kids were sayin' it
Soulsonic Force had the funk and
They were bringing it
Then we threw the Whodini
on yo feet befo you jump up in my coup (beeitch)
Pimpin ain't easy but it's a whole lotta fun
Tray 5,7,6,5,4,2,1
Get dought in the snow in Idahoe
I
pull a nine out, blow my mind out
Is the end of me really serenity?
Man in my house, it's rap or die
Get a piece of that apple pie
Life is a Pharcyde
what helps to get me by
'Cause I'm in Hell
This is my goodbye, farewell
This relationship is all that it's cracked up to be
Never lack lust in that
Radio blastin', baby by my side
Got the top pulled down, man I'm ready to ride
Got a cooler in the back seat
Headin' down to the lake
I'm burnin' up
do professionally
He been doing it
I seen Cassidy been in probably
More than five-thousand battles
You know, and I don't think he had one L
And I don't
school Cutlass Supreme
Thirty-five cents to my name and that's fo' a blunt man
The way thangs goin' today I might as well be dead, so dread
The voices
n black on its on!
Wassup? This the kid 50 Cent man
Its going down, ya heard me?
Niggas got me mad, ya talk
Ya niggas got me all fucked up
I'm finna
five cents
It's seven, eight or nine, seventh time a month supply that
By fifty thousand, no more browsin', bitch I'm buyin' that
I'm ridin' 'Llac
friends
Yeah it's gunshot Mike or Mr Skeng
Check one-two-one man skitzed again
Dickhead you and a dickhead crew
Getting gassed up by your dickhead
Pablo, a new artist signed under Jive
Has teamed up with Timbaland, out of V.A.
In a quest to redeem the title
And Bring North Carolina, and Virginia,
IT ALL FOUR
GIVE EM FOUR MORE
THATS HOW NIGGAS GET ATE BY THE .44
ADD IT UP
WHEN IT COME TO MATH
MONEY BE COMING FAST
THESE NIGGAS MOVE SLOW
One two three four five six seven
Rap like hell make it should like heaven
Seven six five four three two one zero
Black supermen is back as your
suckle
with jasmine bits, five hundred rap battin average
One taste the bowl and blow up magic, Houdini escapes
from the fermenting hell halls of tragic
the dice, but I buck back twice
Like five-deuce, fo'-trey, okay
I'm strictly stressin' dirty dirty
Gone represent it to the t-top
Born and bred up
some head (ugh, ay)
Gettin', gettin' some head (who'd have ever thought this would make it to the radio, man?)
I was gettin' some head
Gettin',
up to something
Selling cracks sack by sack so they could function?
Well, yes and no
Yes we were selling it
But no, it wasn't blow
Cook it in
said it by mistake
My t-shirts make more money than your mixtape
I tell a boy Boy Better
Know it’s money making season
I book a flight to New York for no
Ladies and gentlemen
It's now the time
For the Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five MC's!
We're coming, we're coming, we're coming
WE'RE
sick too quick for the simple mind I snatch it up (snatch it up)
From a city eat you alive
Beats you and I
If you survive
It's 9-5
Working everyday just
at the living room
Listen to the music about that radio edit
I was jaming it that was my favorite song
About "Ain't No Fun" by Snoop N' Nate Dogg
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