do you describe someone, with a decapitated head when the rest of his body's still alive RUNNIN? [Royce] Comin with five gunmen, waitin to do a drive
wit me niggaz know Ayyo toots, how you get here, you wanna ride I got a five in Southside, you wanna drive Beside, I ain't got no five, you gold-digger
' feelings So what the fuck am I supposed to do? I pop bottles and hot hollow points at each and all of you (Come on) A heartless bastard, high and plastered
Wolfman, he gon' rate your record high Clap for the Wolfman, you gon' dig him till the day you die Clap for the Wolfman, he gon' rate your record high
' high with my four-five Cocked on these suckas, time to die Even as a youngster causin' ruckus on the back of the bus I was a fool all through high school
I Despise Coming Down Clean Bumping Riding Dirty Getting High It Was My Only Wish To Rise On Them Jealous Mutha Fuckas I Despise Coming Down Clean Bumping Riding Dirty Getting High Curren$y: High
from the tires to the tents to them snap-on spinners High off 'caine, robbin everything It's simple - 4 or 5 niggaz ride with me equals 4 or 5 fo'-fives
highs, And that's no surprise. Come along for the ride, Can you handle the drive? Act on it, 'cause life can flash before your eyes. Time flies, lows and highs
it real through the drama We still brothers now We've done forty-five drives Forty-five hour flights Forty-five days a week Forty-five minutes a night Add another forty-five
load off my shoulders Cause it gets much colder, it rains in the winter Where I live so I entered the I-5 Just like this movie big Trip?where five drive
time a nigga rollin' by in a five Can't find a job for a 9 ta' 5 It's like the only gettin' by When ya' feelin' the high. And I ain't got no smoke, the
the same time a nigga rolling by in a five Cant find a drive for a 9 ta 5 It's like I only get by when I'm feeling the high And I ain't got no smoke,
heavenly, UG rock the sweet daddy long fox minks Chicken and brocolli, Wally's look stinky With his man straight from Raleigh Durham, he recognized Kojak I slapped him five
a tape or disco break, I can't revive In this high tech world of fire wire and microchip We still keep the four Five clip, filled with the spiral tip
Priest] Stared at me with his cold eyes, who was this old guy? Drug him in the building, as police drive by Took out my four-five, cocked it, put it to
times like candy man, bet I roll on your ass Like an avalanche, a soul survivor, learned to get high And pull drive bys, murder my foes, can't control
'all small fries Yo, I'm from the projects Yo, but on the floor tied Don't matter, we'll take up all size Truly yours doc, then PPP hide, my name is Since five
listo Si out of marijuana say pass to the pisto Cause I don't need to get drunk off my ass I just need a little high that's gonna last Jump off the raffla