Lyrics:
He's five feet tall and he's five feet wide
He don't measure no more from head to toe
Than he do from side to side
Mister Five by Five
Got
millions on the lay low
Platinum hailos, hero heads high from hydro
Hit the dime on the combo, she try to diss my rhyme flow
She ain't know we only
you envious that for you it's not?
Sweet like honey, karma is a cat
Purring in my lap 'cause it loves me
Flexing like a Vegas acrobat
Me and karma
to the next,
Clocks switch when you least expect it and make the simplest shit complex,
The baby face got the planet fooled,
Books get judged by the covers
85%, I'm 400 solid
Brainbolic wit knowledge, cock-diesel scholars
Holdin' it down, walkin' around wit gold by the pound
Frozen down wit diamond bolders
city
If you don't wanna go to fist city
You better detour around my town
'Cause I'll grab you by the hair a the head
And I'll lift you off
hit by flying lead
You've not been hit by flying lead
You'd better close your eyes
You'd better bow your head
Wait for the ricochet
Ooh, ooh,
Intro/Outro: repeat 2X
Foul cats scheamin up the setup
Tryin to leave me and my cream wet up
Two in the head, leaded up
Call the coroners to make
Is a sky full of lighters
A sky full of lighters
By the time you hear this I will have already spiraled up
I would never do nothing to let you
friend
That's a gun pointed at your head
Wanted man by Lucy Watson
Wanted man by Jesse Brown
Wanted man by Nellie Johnson
Wanted man in
somersaults
Slang slay your head, bang a boogie
I got a think-tank, that's lighting up with the blinks
Move and sway but I'm compared to mint
Some cats
the metal fly
Around the way call me Lucifer
A hell of a guy
I'm a motherfucking veteran I'm
Telling you why
Beat his head until there's red in
Them I'm
High off of Hennessee shots
Enemies plot, but my memory got
Sixteen with one in the head, gunning with lead
Cats like to gossip? Here's something
I stack in dough attract nymphos
(Damn) cats sick though
Too impressed by how that honey walk
Me, I'm tryna come up on some
Ways to make that money
Titanium craft slappin' it like a different cat
Titanium craft slappin' it like a different cat
Black back, commence to rap in like, seconds flat
blinded to girls' eyes
Fate's hands have holes, we hold hope by the collar
Color red the closed eyes shut tight on the dollar
Wills rock-heads to sleep,
visibly shaken
Taken them plungers, plungin' to death that's painted by the numbers
With Krylon applied pressure, cats is playin God
By havin' children
They can use they dick for a pencil
I'm known for snatchin' purses
And bombin' churches
I get more pussy by accident than
Most niggas get on purpose
I
to watch a pregnant bitch bleed
If you practice swinging axes, the fact is
You'll almost subtract a chance of getting jacked by these crackheads
Cats that
the mob
''cause you dead in the fog
And that's yo' head by the log
I can smell it in the air
I can tell when it's there
This is hell
If you don't wanna go to fist city
You better detour around my town
'Cause I'll grab you by the hair a the head
And I'll lift you off the ground
wear a cat suit
Now give me what I want want
I say where them trishes at I took 'em by the mall mall
You make me feel like a man, cause you can't get
than she ever seen
[Fox] This is for the baller cats, all the cats
That want a bitch to lay on her back
The hell with that
[T$] So Fox what you mean?
look up to the sky
Neve let my head down I gotta keep it High
smoke this blunt and sip this drank it's gone get me by
Traumatized hard to sleep through
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