111 had to fall. It's been five years, but my eyes won't ever forget the crime, the injustice....the bloodshed ! It's been five years, but this brutal
ah, the heartless Five true thugs from the double glock Ready ta pop to the dome, eternally it's on yeah Staright Mo Thug nigga return from the Claire
t talkin chicken noodle soup Got a V for Vendetta this year and need to recoup That two point five million'll slice a Sicillian Next year we want the
five, I'm the one, two, three, four and the fifth man Smoke a hookah in Istanbul, I'm quicksand I'm 5 Mics, five points of light, hit the stage like
now you wounded So you got exactly what you earned You gon' fool wid the Drex it's like a tax return When I'm in the two-five Just walk on by, just
the shadows of the barrel pointing out my point camarro I get punished like Pharrow for splittin' You're better off singing Christmas carols for Christmas Because I'm on point
vacuum packed in space saver storage bags (oh in disposable) throw me away and I multiply to seven and return on the sixth day five ways, five
that was hard Pen and pad, stress relief Would be his refuge Paid his dues, doing shows Now he's on track In the lab, pumping demos Makin' songs fat Then he quit his nine to five
, 3 points I gotta get across 1 don't 2 make me 3 go off 1, 2, 3 points I gotta get across 1 don't 2 make me 3 go off 1, 2, 3 points I gotta get across
of the White Lotus. And so began, the legend of Pai Mei's Five-Point Palm Exploding Heart Technique. Uma Thurman : And what praytell Is a five-point
matter the weather It's a black Sunday, hey I used to watch my grandmother catch the Holy Ghost in church For her soul she would search Five years later
representation! Two hundred years of exploitation In the capital of this nation! No representation! In the capital of this nation Two hundred years of
me, I was sleepinga?? / they all missed daddy and read his letters taking turns/ and they waited/ waited for his return/ reunited at last, the dad and five
relief would be his refuge (RE-fuge) Paid his dues, doing shows, now he's on track (ON track) In the lab, pumping demos, makin songs fat (SONGS fat) Then he quit his nine to five
top) started wit the rocks Used to sell 'em to the fiends now I got 'em in my watch (whoa) Two years off the scene heard enough of ya fuckin trash We returned
Where you from nigga? [Layzie Bone] Straight from the muthafuckin' land ah the heartless Five true thugs from the double glock Ready ta pop to the dome
'm the one, two, three, four And the fifth man Smoke a hookah in Istan-bul I'm quicksand I'm 5 Mics, five points of light Hit the stage like a meteorite
Barak verse the Canaanites, heads got bust Goin' to church ain't soft I'll fuck you up (Teach 'em) [Verse 1:] I came from the church I'll be returned
