Translation: YOUNG-T. 5-0.
phone, Y E L E, 5 0 1 5 0 1 Every block, every school, dream initiation So build the world make it a better place, like Michael Jackson we dona??t
t tote six-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
, a bit more bolder Got his name written up in the 5-0 folder A big Christmas list of all the crime's he's committed He says he didn't do it, but we
the berettas to bangin' for cheddar Forever bailin' in my overalls and work- (?) Breakin' jaws Dre'sta the Gangsta, Dub C and the Young Hogs [Young Shane] It's the young
in the back of the club looking like so what 20 bottles 40 grand pro'ly why chose up Now she in the... with her nose up Pockets 1 0 0 0 0 hold up [Chorus
What don't shoot, leave ya family upset Tight the trip D T's, chasin' down robbery suspect Murder onez to get the Fonz and fast to die young JM motherfucker
so brightly) Don't stand so close vision blur when ice bling Respect my whole squad no you can't even touch us 'cause Role out the red carpet high 5
the way you write And be samplin' my life, every line in your rhyme Sound like you wanna be Shyne, and I don't blame ya Who wouldn't? Young nigga catchin' charges Continental T
the 5-0 One-time peepin a nigga out A couple a dank sacks in my dickies Ol' english in my mouth Ya know, and if it wasn't for my muthafuckin skin tone
Richmond 23rd street army So fools can't harm me, gats cocked incase they run up on me See I'm deep, TRU is how I creep I don't bang cause that went
' call your bet sex for a rival, look for some 5-0 watch those kinve'o's, just anaylze yo' nigga's for the 5-0, bus' those thugs on the flo' with my eyes
yo gate pass nigga Like 1, 2, 3, 4, 5-0-4 yeah Pussy ass niggas don't survive no mo And the niggas say they riders Ain't riders no mo From the deep part
if it ain't candy then the job ain't true [Eightball] Its reserved for them ballaz, who make that cheese it ain't candy if it didn't cost a couple of
the game from the start, hopin' it don't tear me apart Young black deliquent with a ghetto smile He want it, I want it, I ain't the only nigga on it
ain't got nuttin to lose And I ain't nuttin when I'm dumpin Ya'll catchin the blues I needs the money and the cola baby Don't make me react pulls out
thee} That right? Forty-water, from the click With my sista Suga T Lettin y'all know how we do it up in the Yay 7-0-7 4-1-5 1-0 That's the carI roll
