Eddie in the driveway yesterday I got so excited that I squeezed the tail tight It popped off and it got away, but that's okay It's alright CHORUS When I was Five
you niggas? Runnin' up blastin' gas craters What the fuck you thought you saw with your head in the sky? Could it be a bird or maybe it's even a plane
, Now you and I know the science so don't front, Cause Brooklyn won't front, naw, we don't front, In fact, it's gettin' like a daily operation, Cenilish
be, I wanna be free America, the beautiful, suspect as usual Liberty and death, give me freedom on my funeral I walk across the planet with the steps
stalk us self-destructers I slam jam bring ruckus get you suckers (Shaquille O'Neal) Seven man scissors like the ones I ain't planned Ball daily,
me out Same line gonna try and fake me out Sitting in the van pointing face out Soon as I hit the plan, the course going close the plan Take 'em out
Really shine Who's dying Is the kind Man When some of us Find that life ain't beautiful We switch to Pharmaceuticals Your nine to five Ain't suitable
Yo, release what's in me Besides the Henny, it's eyes that's seen plenty Fiends get skinny as if Queens was a Craig Jenny Instead of diet plans it's crack
Rule number one, niggaz die, daily Hear me, boo-yaow, ready 4 whatever, Hell yeah What type nigga be a Thug Life nigga? Them Thug Life niggaz be the craziest
(Krayzie Bone) T-H-U-G (Big Syke) Yeah (Chrous: Krayzie Bone playin over conversation x2) Daily, Daily I'm out here paper chasin And i need my bank
not the 12 stepper Don't play me like a lepper My mic sounds nice But it's not salt-n-pepa Well, it's the man with the plan To get all your skins The
timeless, clique 'Criminal Minded' My time spent, knockin' out daily assignments The capacity of my writtens make y'all niggaz look mindless In Mortal Kombat, I leave a challenger spineless This five-five
Who will pull the trigger, send the whole thing up in flames? Who is juggling figures, plans the last move of the game? Now we're coughing blood, the
Ward & Dre Day) [Slim Thug] Close your lips and open your ears, for a change You just might, learn some thangs I don't understand your plan, let me
't really nothin' without money, girls and shiny wheels. The other day he told me that he felt less a man coz he ain't have a five-year plan or a piece
the rows of grey robots who control our lives The things we have to offer sometimes seem so frail. As they plan destruction and gain respectability,
through, mama bitchin' in and out the kitchen With probable cause, papa was in and out of prison You got soldiers, but you still gotta respect ours We got more four five
