it anywhere, yeah, they love me everywhere I used to cop in Harlem, all of my Dominicanos Right there up on Broadway, brought me back to that McDonald's Took it to my stash spot
Now, who's hot who not Tell me who rock who sell out in the stores You tell me who flopped who copped the blue drop Who jewels got robbed who's mostly
On the world tour with your whore out in Europe, head on the tour bus Do what them niggas them niggas in the drop thinks cooler All the five quarters,
DAT!!) BUT YOU, YOU DON'T STAND A CHANCE NIGGA!!!! (FUCKIN FAGGOT!!!) [Verse 1] I do more than talk that I mu'fuckin walk that Blue Yankee cap back,
got a crew They break his moms furniture, watchin Comicview Got babies by different ladies high smokin L's In the same spot he stood since, eighty-five
-two Look at all the bull*** I been through So-called beef with you know who F*** a few female stars or two And a blue light, ***, move like Mike, ***
white, green Your last breath, you about five heartbeats away from death 'Cause you the leon type, so muahh Make you rest in peace No more records bein sold, less is me Five
whole plane lays over Yo, yo you can't talk wit the tape over Pass the pussy, get out, date's over Back to your gray Nova that's way slower Redline to five
They get it swinging, juke jumping, a little man, hey I'm from the middle man, watch dirty entertain, ho Capacity ten thousand, we packed the whole thing, hey To get the spot
On the world tour with your whore out in Europe, head on the tour bus Do what them niggas them niggas in the drop thinks cooler All the five quarters
that ain't nothin' to sleep on Jump out of limosuines that got, five screens On D's, with two margerita machines Picked up by five oh Cruise the blue
? A motherfuckin' mack My Copue DeVille is all white Yes, bitch, it's hella tight Crush blue velvet, gameless game White on white wit tha gold thangs Bounce to the spot
some shirts Watch the blue tube and do your homework Slap your man five talkin like you're live In this time of life you still fight to survive You spot
?all We ain?t marks y?all okay pow me up Uh, the seasons been fat like some boom Doodlebug?s math jazz fillin' up the room When Booker jam with Eric at the funky five spot
You got the hardrocks wavin glocks at the punks Police only harass you when they wanna get a chunk They got so many corners and they got so many spots
of fact, Icy Mike 'cause he was cold on them hoes We was east coast niggas headin' west I was rollin' shotgun, coolin' with my man fresh Wes The royal blue