Lyrics:
KWIRK
Listen, Pixie-ears! Get on that computer!!!!!
EUBANGDERE
The price is ten more cents or another five, or three minutes! Whoopee!
KWIRK
I?ve
In case these the niggas don't play by the rules
I can remember when I was just wishin' a thirty cent flipper we stood on the block
Grabbin' it hard
the Righteous Anger module
Please kindly swallow the lozenge at this time
High-five the local teen we have hired to operate the machine
And place your goggles
like to do that now, I've written some haikus
Haikus are Japanese poems consisting of 17 syllables, three lines
Five, seven, five
And I find them
Back in high school
Always kinda knew
I was by myself nobody saw what a player do
Hence why I was a loner, fucking with a few
Was amused by the fools who
Crest
Light it up, 10 cents
I'm back on shit
5 senses been gone by now
Just know that I been outta my witts
Nonsense, I’m blessed
Day one been all about
I'm a Hunnid Percent
Poppin out paying no rent
Feeling like I might invent
Something that cost just a couple of cents
Write down some lyrics yeah
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
I pop me some ex I don't want no more sex shawty giving me neck by da sec while I'm speeding
Don't spit it out shawty tell me of course
I look
Vykradol som kostol, ale moc mi to nepomohlo
200 euro v drobákoch nevyjde ani na nájom
Vykradol som kostol, ale moc tam toho nebolo
Mafia má majetok
for hustlers, ventriloquist for jugglers
Took it where few went, made a few cents
Don't call me Hov' no more, call me The Blueprint
Sold dope
Uh huh, Uh huh, five, five, one... it's real shit nigga
You niggas say somethin' slick, you'll get slapped for that
You niggas schemin' on some
Four or five niggas in a mothership
Better known as a deuce and we all wanna smother shit
Bent, front and back glass got tint
Tryin' to get our
handle
John Henry raised it back 'til it touched his heels then
The spike went through the cross-tie and split it half in two
Thirty-five cents a day for
The spike went through the cross-tie and split it half in two
Thirty-five cents a day for drivin' steel
"Sweat! Sweat, boy! Sweat! Only two more swings!"
Four or five niggas in a mothership
Better known as a deuce and we all wanna smother shit
Bent, front and back glass got tint
Tryin' to get our
by the Swiss
Worn by the rich, with that shit you can sniff
Got not time to play 'round, it's way too much in my mix
I'm talking dollars and cents
thousand in there (G-Unit radio)
When the drama get to poppin'
It don't bother me, it don't bother me
(50 cent) when the shell casings get to
Droppin' it
it half in two
Thirty-five cents a day for drivin' steel
Sweat, sweat boy, sweat, you owe me two more swings
I was born for driven steel
Well John
The spike went through the cross-tie and split it half in two
Thirty-five cents a day for drivin' steel
"Sweat! Sweat, boy! Sweat! Only two more swings!"
Uh huh Uh huh 5 (five) 1 (one)
Real shit nigga
Yo, nigga say somethin' slick
You'll get slapped for that
Niggas schemin' on some jewels
You'll get
can't get back
Gimme, why don't you gimme the world
Gimme what you can't get back, for the five boroughs
Yo, it's hard to show resistance when money
can't get back
Gimme, why don't you gimme the world
Gimme what you can't get back, for the five boroughs
Yo, it's hard to show resistance when money
Faces cracked for reason beyond recognition
His space is at the Palace
He sleeps for twenty five cents
Now he's wiping headlights windshields with
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