lirik lagu five-hunnet – 50 bullets
-=husalah talking=-
yeah man
you know these n-ggas man
they don’t understand man
n-ggas man
n-ggas rock wit sh-t wit clips that hold more than 50 man
you need to just call in 50 man
i’ll slap you in yo face
make yo eye purple as this rope
[husalah]
yeah husalah
husalah say a dope rhyme
load yo clip wit 16 to this four times
let these n-ggas know you the dopest
yeah i’m focused wit being focused ain’t sh-t if you ain’t a mobsta
i’m a mobsta
block, shock, and shrug n-gga
i love dealers that slap b-tches in the mouth
yeah it sound foul
dip and dummy down “set-cla” stupid thou
truce n-ggas on my feet
i’m a wild child
-=big t talking=-
d-mn 500
you at it again huh there boy
i see you out there doing yo thug thizzle mayne
first it was just another high speed
now you on your lil’ own lil’ hype
now you got the jacka and the husalah on this mother f-cker
wit lil’ tone, young too, [?] on this mother f-cker mayne
it’s gotta go platinum
so turn me up cuz
[big t]
cuz i’m from the mac block
to the olds block
to the half block
sh-t don’t stop
until i’m in the maro
comin’ down yo block wit dumb knock
but it still won’t stop
cuz it’s on the f-ckin’ crackin’
when i ride wit 500 you know it’s ’bout to be a jackin’
[the jacka]
this ain’t p. diddy makin’ a band
it’s a g in the p city makin’ a grand
every hour, hardly shower
cuz i’m tryin’ to be flippin’ flour
f-ck the rob report
i read the mob report
yeah scr-pin’ up the block
c0ke white transport
never fight me
i’m a poor sport
n-ggas better like me
50 deep every n-gga hyphy
you don’t even like me
i don’t give a sh-t
i’ll just be wit yo b-tch
you got her feelin’ rich
you lose your grip every time you take a sniff n-gga
[500]
ugh, 500 double-o
ah! ah! ah! ah!
have you poppin’ off your car door
skatin’ through the town
big corners i be bendin’
it rides like a vet but it’s a v-6 engine
pay them hoes no attention
chrome tip glistenin’
stay out the way or you might die flinchin’
three dot eight but it runs like a point
blowin’ trees out my lungs
sweet swisher’s no joints
when i pull up them hoes look a-1 shocks
two 12’s in the back
slidin’ hard through the block
don’t touch me
these hoes wanna f-ck me
yeah it’s a jacob
i know it’s not a rollie
why she got to clownin’?
tryin’ to floss hard
b-tch don’t you know i’m a mother f-ckin’ star
put the money on the hood
and your burberry coat
n-ggas start to run up
n-ggas gettin’ chose
50 in my clip
homie what about yours?
well back yo -ss up
before you catch a heat soar
[lil’ tone]
stand on the block
post all night
it’s hot so n-gga gon’ post all night
don’t got time to waste
so i’m on a paper chase
game i’m lacin’ as i’m spitin’ the flow
getting’ the doe, pimpin’ the ho
you know how we do
come through so sick in a tight whip
maybe your under-bucket
we don’t give a f-ck
if you like it or not
your b-tch still gon’ jock
cuz she see a young thug risin’ to the top
f-ckin’ wit my cutty husalah
and the n-gga the jack
500 we back
they can’t f-ck wit that [h-ll naw cuz, yeah]
-=500 talking=-
now see, see
i’m trynna explain
i’m trynna tell you [i’m trynna tell you]
ugh, you n-ggas
i’m trynna explain what i’m, what i’m, what i’m, what i’m trynna say
like blah!
but sometimes it just, it don’t get across
oh yeah, oh yeah, believe that, yeah, yeah, fo’ sho
i like this one
oh yeah, believe that
[500]
50 in my clip homie what about yours
three shots that’ll clear your door
-=500 talking=-
and you b-tches wanna get involved too
you goin’ along wit it
that’s how we ride out here
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