Lyrics:
from Redhook was grimy, did five years, glad to be home
From Attica known, for keepin' chrome calibers
Smooth like a Wallaby shoe, he's out to get it
would never, never, never, never
Never walk out that door
You know, girl the times you think
That you just can't take it anymore that's five
Five, I
Now get, jiggy with it, (Remix!!) now get, jiggy with it, (jiggy with it)
Now catch us 2 stepping, I got my goons rapping (dip set!)
We turn the V
A Sammy be and ya don't stop
A Mister Cee and ya don't stop
A Cool V and ya don't stop
Evil E, and ya don't stop
A Easylee, and ya don't stop
Now get, jiggy with it, (Remix!!) now get, jiggy with it, (jiggy with it)
Now catch us 2 stepping, I got my goons rapping (dip set!)
We turn the V
consider you (uh uh)
Em know you ain't got nothin' for jada (nothin')
And I know he appreciates all the money you made 'em
It's two thousand and 5 nobody
Do the snake do the freak do the pop now drop
Yo don't stop don't stop
Real eyes down south thighs
Waist line five six seven now drop
One time all
D|-2- -5- -7- -9-
A|-2- -5- -7- -9-
E|-0- -3- -5- -7-
nigga)
Ayy, let's get it
Snowman, bitch, 19.5 a piece (gyeah)
And when you take 'em out the wrap, they as white as your teeth (damn)
Keep choppas
find my keys to the 6-5
All the way live on D's
Whatta you know? I can't find my Rolex
With the 21 diamonds, shinin' on flecks
Whatta you know?
Love, heaven, submission and more
Love, hell, in Room 904
Tremendous pain
8, 6, 5, 4,
8, 6, 5, 4
Tremendous pain
Love, submission
May...I... kick a little something for the G-O-D's in the J-E-are-S-E-why
Because you niggas know me I'm the da gan ya dee
Sixteen five four three five
press your luck, what's up?
And everybody want to call your name
Don't wait, jus please call my name
[Jadakiss]
Dear God I got eighty five forty
hear you my trunk too loud
I can't hear you my slap too loud
Hold up, that's five-o
Real quick, go turn it down
Some Heem in a scraper and some
Yeah
Just like a G, you know?
Trouble, Trouble, what's popping, 5?
B4, let's do it
Yee!
I wake up and go get me some new money
You know I'm
grind, I can't work no nine to five
'Cause it's my time, yeah
It's my time, if I'm lyin'
Then I'm flyin'
I'm tryin' not to get locked up back again
Should've known your girl was
Gonna ride or die and it just don't matter
If you're rich or poor, out or in
Doin' five to ten
You should've known better
What
shot
Then put that ass to work
Sexy girl I can tell you’re a rebel
Low cut skirt and five inch stilettos
Pink top piercing with heavy metal
And you're
riches
Ayo, I'm Murphey Lee the
Schoolboy, the civilized jewel boy
I got not one, two, three, four, five
But six whores
For equality, Vokal, Cammy,
worried 'bout nothin' (nothing)
Nigga, back up, I'm right there, my racks up (racks)
I got girls 17-5, no molester (racks)
They get nervous, I'm starting
I never seen that (Oh)
I never seen that, no, I never seen that
(No, no, no, no, no, no)
Five hundred thou' all in one bag
And my diamonds hit like
cause
I here 'em ki-ki'ing
(I saw your girlfriend last night) About this
Money and V's that we be in
We getting money new V's each season
(What's this
like I'm ready to die soon
But I don't advise you to try duke
Look at how I move
I spit shit sicker than swine flu
Since I was 5"2', the 2-5 side on my
atrocities
Hoppin' in V's
Knowin' some day I got to lead properly
High up in a five realizing the price paid
For this life laid in the light shade
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