But if they wanna play rough, check it here's the plan (a-ight) Your man gettin off around six (uh-huh) I'll be in the van at the five o'clock mix (right
flex with the flow I drop bombs Young gudda money bags, thats what they callin me Shittin on you boys like im sittin on the toilet seat Why M.O.B. we
(feat. Bun B & P.O.P.) [talking:] Hell yeah nigga, ay yo [Z-Ro:] Remember me, when I use to write my rhymes in class At Dick Dall Middle School, all
my call Pulling out the lot, and he let me crawl Like Mafio, by the year two triple O I'ma come down, in a six double O With green flow, mats on the flo
Ke'noe, Killa Mike, Big Girl, 'sup Nancy We gon shake these haters off, know I'm saying ha-ha Who am I forgetting, James Shepard 'sup up my nigga 'Sup my nig' ha-ha, O
York shit Jam Master Jay on my New York shit [Busta Rhymes] BVD's and durags nigga Stand on the corners, God build on five percent lessons Got a nickel
laid they backs down Said I had two decisions, take out Miguel and his cartel Or spend the rest of my life in prison A classified mission on some James
niggaz and shit, runnin' around here and shit Ya'll niggaz need to wisen up, man, yo.. Fuck that special ed, shit [Ghostface Killah] I said Big O, hydro
screw driver Broke the TV Niggaz watching Knight Rider This is Pam Jerkins mother house the same shit go on in her brother house [Ghostface] You know Mooney is only a buck o'five
Knight Rider (This is Pam Jerkins mother house the same shit go on in her brother house) [Ghostface Killah:] You know Mooney is only a buck o'five wet
Smoke] Tiger Woods say he ain't black... whatever They say Michael Jackson ain't white... whatever And Venus and Serena done beat mo white girls Than O.J. and Rick James
Rock ? The Bay Area Machine ? ?To accept the message press 1? *sound of button pushed* [E-40] Ugh, ugh We flow for about five years ago When we lost
So I fly wherever I'm goin When I'm by, bet I'm focused If it's five, you can bet I roll it Matter of fact, you can bet I bust [Chorus: B.o.B] [T.I:]
' in late Called Jay Lee, he said "Cool, man I'm glad you got rid of that fool" He said, "There's a concert goin' downtown, The O'Jays, Whispers and James
my burning wits for now And if I plow the fields that don't guarantee plentiful harvest But starving artists die, I set my alarm for five o'clock Idols
Lover MC, Heavy D This one goes out to my man DJ Eddie F Trouble T-Roy my partner G-Wiz This also goes out to my money earnin Mount Vernon crew J. Daddy, James
like burying your first child (word) I'm really losin' my drive to do this music (damn) If it don't happen after this, I'm through wit it (done) Twenty-five
I let the German sing, Luger eats you like Burger King No, I ain't a killer but better murder things Setting up a burglary, locksmith will pop your shit Big O
