down on the town Even though all the hatas being around I still clown With the sound that will keep you pumped I'm pushin' nothin' but this 11/5 gangsta
© Vigoda/Gruber 1993 I've got one foot on the altar, and the other on the ground Safe in the daylight sun I've got one hand to hold you, and the other
shorts no losses Puttin' it on you jealous bitch made playa hating-ass niggas You betta tell 'em what's real bitch Takin' ova the shit in the 9-5 I
my mama let's me down, she wouldn't pick up the phone I'll make it all on my own But that's a whole other song and y'all don't leave it alone I save
shooters, we tote glock nines And we don't smoke a peace pipe, we smoke fat dimes It's a place where it's a common site to see the 5-0 Hit the other
your mind. We can make it betta, and I know it could take some time. But we gotta start somewhere. How 'bout wit you and me? From us it goes to others
two-three-four-five-six-seven-eight"} Y'all been frontin Without a ounce of thuggin You go against me, you too can count for nothin [Royce Da 5'9"] I
for shovin' I got the mask, I got the strap, soon as I find the gloves We gonna start exposin' off like Farhrenheit 9/11 [Verse 2: Jadakiss] I'ma speak
and Uey, verbal gymnast Volvo, physical fitness, over tracks leave statistics Tripped into the realm with chrome shines like sunlight Half of my life is right, the other
5' Handle military with automatic weapon so let's ride Love to the honeys, and everybody that running the north And they whole city from the Westside [Verse 5
that AC's having a rap sale You wanna buy 1 or 2 Or 3 or 4 or 5, or 6 or 7 or 8 Or 9 or 10 or 11, or 12 or 13 or 14? 'Cause me and the mic are courting
a victim, see we ain't just suspect here We leaving proof, that there ain't been no justice here My hood [Chorus] [Verse 5: Lucky Luciano] Came to wreck
: I went to a show last week, he was the bomb... He was better than Michael Jackson # 5 Caller: He's so sexy, My girl said he has an 11 inch cock, couldn
the same rap jams is what slams on the radio Well I have to pay my wage on 97 When I've been doin this shit on stage since I was 11 I be the underground
eve Its straight to 5-6 best beleive We calling up some biancas on the humbug To come down around the town everybody else is Skateland bound 5-6-1-
you know I'm gonna act a fuckin' peer hog I got grams, half a gram, bundles and them whole thangs I'm all about that 11 5 man Chorus Yella: Just gots
thru military Attitudes, don't even try it, Tek 9's AK's, will be stored in a riot Quiet as kept, we creep, put you to sleep No bull-essin, dirty ass Mac 11
/ niggaz cant touch mo! Emmortal thugs: Runnin' with a bullet proof vest and layin niggaz to rest runnin wit a Motherfucker fit to kill ak-47 mac-11
