Lyrics:
a field full of mine's
Yellow, bone, she be readin' through the lines
In my pocket, got a handful of dime's
Take a hit, feelin' good, got me swervin' out
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Two,five bodies
Real life anatomies
Decompose
Life like a boat
Drown by the faucet
Die by the source
Am the plug had to weight a lot
fools like dat
We live for dis
Ghetto, Gutter, and Gangsta shit like Mack Dime
I'm one vigorous sons of a bitch mayne I'm bout mine
Y'all know what I'll
cookin' cocaine gettin' hard off (hard off)
Twenty five and a sawed off (boom)
Eight dimes for the eighty ho plus four in the back
Baby a quarter pound
by the club swerve, you wit ya girl swerve
A nigga move swerve, all my thugs swerve
[Chorus]
You ain't never had shit (uh uh) swerve on em
For ya
And, you wanna back off them hogs
Yeah, 10 4, 'bout five mile or so
Ten, roger, them hogs is gettin' in tense up here
By the time we got into Tulsa
and five to the chest
You Better
Move
Haters wanna see me
Lose
Can't walk a mile in my
Shoes
They wanna see me wit the
Blues
I'm fucking bitches by the
Two's
a dime
I put diamonds on ya neck
(So you know we gone shine)
Tell me is you gone die for me?
I can put you on a flight with me
Take you on a G5 with me
into making that money
What you got?
I got greens
From a dime
Two, couple g’s
Meet me in the restroom
When the bell rings
Pockets already a hundred deep
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
One5ive & den hide out
We ain’t doin no talkin just watch out
Surrounded by gangstas & dropouts
Y’all internet gangstas y’all not out
Trap 24/7 no clock out
90's
Baby
Gang
Why can't you act like you my lady
Every night I'm out there grinding you be going crazy
I got 5 kids to feed so I'm out there
way to get through these bars is on a V I
Im a known felon niggas telling you a C I
Been going bad since shoulder pads and them knee highs
Got it it was
that
She was the wrong target, for a damn drive by
Dirty 12 turned to a 7
Cause crooked cops don't respect the 5th amendment
Interrogation was for five
You could probably catch me on The I5
Chronic in the left hand sliding by the skyline
It's my time to show off my divine mind
My style ages like fine
to drift off
Always try to hold me back, imma break thru
Split a dime right in half, make it five two's
Came a really long way from a black eye
But you
right, from daylight to midnight
Some trey fives and flick knives, fake guys and big guys
I break ties with slick guys, fake eyes and big lies
Weight by
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
Yo I park where da crack at
Heads by packs at
Down in Philly
Where my niggas roll crabs at
Pack gats at
Run up in a label
Take a nigga ass cap
Went to the five and dime,
Bought myself a copy of Time,
And on the cover was a woman that I knew
When I was excavating in the mountains
keep showin and provin
Play the sideline, waitin for the right time to take mine
Street crime, nickel and dime rhyme
Fuck a peace talk, let the gun
got high
Graduated to some papers and a few four fives
None of us crossed the stage
But we still got by
Had to hustle had to grind turned
A nickel
But your whole crew should be wearing Kotex
I'ma get by and I'ma get high
Thirteen five I'ma let my birds fly
Everybody knows that my back is not dry
But your whole crew should be wearing Kotex
I'ma get by and I'ma get high
Thirteen five I'ma let my birds fly
Everybody knows that my back is not dry
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