I read a article that said I was ruinin' shit But every time I look, I'm movin' units in quick So I'ma hit y'all, with these last two and split And leave
on the flo, she beggin' me for some mo I hit it and hit the do, I hit it just like a pro Ice age 'n' fifty, one fifty, we in the do' She busting it wide
bitin' allowed Plus the blows that I throw bring a light in the sound So whoever want the drama I'm invitin' them now Phenomenal shit, spit 'til my abdominal split
buck fifty for fucking with Latch in Killer Queens Moves for paper, moves no chaser Bullets out the blazer four-fifths with laser Come and get your shit splitted
dough like Dave Justice Yo Breed, Short Dawg, show em how we bust this Like some true pioneers, don't forget it Put the money on the table, let's split
hate I flipped a brand new Lexus, 93 Joda Balls called me up, said, "Ya lyin' to me" He said, "I heard you an' Ryan got the cash an' split it If I don
fuck I'm comin' from I get the party crackin from the shit that I be spittin' son Hit-and-run, get it done, get the funds, split and run Got about fifty
Sticking To My Fingertips And I'm Sitting On The Hills Overlooking The City Man This Shit Is For Real When You Yak In My Puff? Lack In The Fifty Bruff
a stick at a big boy you get bit B These words stick to you like crazy glue When you diss me cause they just bounce off me like bullets do fifty! I'm
's nest But you know who with an S tattooed to my chest But I've innested, now I got the Industry pissy Ever since me and Dre split it fifty-fifty on fifty
He rode the rails since the Great Depression Fifty years out on the skids He said "You don't cross nobody You'll be all right out here kid." Left
send, get hit up I dump the Calico and let off fifty in a jiffy Is ya gonna ride? (Sho' nuff) If them niggaz try ya, pull a homicide (Sho' nuff) Empty fifty
[Buc Fifty] Yeah, from the top. I don't think they know. But as if you didnt know by now: L Brothers, Swollen Members, Buc Fifty, T to Be Fam. It never
like a leather bop, '83 hip-hop Top of the world, get it rizzight big to your wizzife Murder cats for the right prizzice Four-hundred and fifty-six on
Boy, whatcha gon' do? Act a fool Talkin' about gats, traps, cops and robbers It's 911, pleas call the doctor Evacuate the building and trick the pigs Since everybody wanna piece, we gon' split
the d.a. and feds to come get me Cats wanna leave me for dead you comin with me Gettin head in the bentley red at one fifty Straight lose it, love two
, won't fit inside a Hula-Hoop Shine on me baby, pour wine on you baby I'ma drink it off your back, got a problem with that? Fellas get me, sip Crist', count fifties Split