Lyrics:
Bill S Hit Tune

on ery'thing, let's get loaded and smoke S P I C E about to hit it an' croak I got 5 on it (Got it good) Grab your fo', let's get keyed I got 5 on it

joke I got five on everything, let's get loaded and smoke S P I C E about to hit it an croak I got five on it, grab ya four, let's get keyed I got five

joke I got five on everything, let's get loaded and smoke S P I C E about to hit it an croak I got five on it, grab ya four, let's get keyed I got five

joke I got five on everything, let's get loaded and smoke S P I C E about to hit it an croak I got five on it, grab ya four, let's get keyed I got five

bands, duffle bags, small bills, trash bags Apple chain on my neck, you know that cost stoopid cash Maserati for the wash, that's that foolish cash Penitentiary chances, '6's

the best So I pass the test In any old badass mc contest Jammin' to the feel now this track's for real You burn dem sneakers like a psycho bill Wicked

old priests Elevator in my crib 'cause it's five floors I'm not expectin' you to have one inside yours hahe Vince Young, suicide doors, haha, Life's a

ride and a trunk full of tunes, yeah I drive through your hood I hit 'em wit da hee, I hit 'em wit da, I stop 'em wit da, haa Oh, let's drink to you

it, or maybe get a ghostwriter, what most call a psychic, but it wouldn't be my song if i let them recite it, plus god's an ANR and he's givin' out bills