don't know why People out here droppin' dead like flies I used to see a home boy givin' five Now I say, "Man, you're still alive?" Cold as hell, the
hearts so cold, they sport frost The M-the-illitant, the Bad Lieutenant kill your camp You're now a victim of reality, my personality Afflicted, for three to five
Bounty hunt your whole crew till my bullets go through, what? Yo, yo, yo, yo all I need is a big gun and a Coupe that's crazy quick A nice house with five
in plastic I smoke blunts on a regular buck when it counts I'm tryin' to make a million dollars outta quarter ounce And gettin' lost on the five-o, fuck
'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
y'all snitchin' niggaz, talkin' funny, basically Me and my niggaz is known to keep it ugly, basically I'm off Beelzebub, I walk wit the mac in my sweats
on caskets of those that oppose the squadus Fuck tri-borough, we reppin' five borough Get at these niggaz straight music Yo, friday night, woke up in a cold sweat
touched his heels then The spike went through the cross tie and it split it half in two Thirty-five cents a day for drivin' steel Sweat, sweat boy, sweat
Cold sweats from bad dreams I hope the Feds don't grab the team 'Cause we been labeled as the trouble makers We sell whole pies so you ain't got to cut
re gonna put me in that chair They're gonna put me in that chair and that's how the end's gonna be Yeah, it's gettin cold, it's gettin colder And I'm
Countdown Ten For The Gravity - Checkpoint! Nine For Polarity - Checkpoint! Eight For The (???) Seven For The Prismatic Time Warp Six For The Spirit Of The Captain, Captain Five
bag's on the table, gots to get locked up Rebel I's simply slicker, pick up a pretty sister Dig her out on the table, bend off the Remy licker Head splitter, deliver so cold
metal machines Watching the gears as they move Just reminds me of bodies in motion the sweat and the sound Is it just wild sex in the working class? After five
help me on the journey, please When I die, I wanna die like Princess Di Blastin' Ready to Die, late night pushin' a five Hit the Westside high, doing ninety five
get a record deal? Like shell-toe Adidas, ain't a damn thing changed the way I shoot off lyrics like a firin range Breakin out in a cold sweat - the
[Game - Verse 1] Sometimes I have f-cked up dreams Wake up in cold sweats, can't sleep, Hit the kitchen for some Moet I get drunk, but I ain't never smoke
' (No passes) I spend major loot on khaki suits Nikes and kroker-saks to sweat suits and leather boots I box niggaz twice my size, I bust wit a fo'-five
Gunz Feel it, feel it Coma ona, come on DA, DA, DA Where ya at(where ya at) yo Verse 1: Peter Gunz & Lord Tariq I'm too hot to handle, too cold to freeze
