Here the man draws the line for separation. (Old Vision). Watch the man build up his walls for isolation. (You make division). Walk no mile, I'm sick
It's a tale of the Fifty Four, a tale of a time gone by. Of a Merchant's declaration, and the blood red run setting in the sky. It's the tale of a people
Here the man draws the line for separation. (Old Vision). Watch the man build up his walls for isolation. (You make division). Walk no mile, I'm
Перевод: Five Iron Frenzy. Четыре-пятьдесят один.
It's a tale of the Fifty Four, a tale of a time gone by. Of a Merchant's declaration, and the blood red run setting in the sky. It's the tale of a
my pistol in my lap, and the top drop down An AK in the back cuz a nicca hot now And I been shooting, and I been robbing Fifty telling niccas Im a mutherfuckin
[Intro:] 1! 1-2! GRRR! [Verse 1:] I had five hundred grams in fifty-fifty-eight bags Four-hundred Benz eight-thousand in cash. Then the ball dropped,
told these niggas from the gitty up Yall give me sixteen yo I’ll tear this whole city up And niggas don’t believe then tell em put fifty up All bets
throw on my scully tipping my brim (uh huh) Stand on the street corner scuffing up my timbs Take off my jacket Pack the four fith cause a racket (thats
get shot, when we clubbin’ Abrah Kadabrah then I appear in the back Throwin’ it up with all the high rollers that pop crack My lemon has studs no they not that You paid fifty
be thinkin that you usin me Runnin with them petty-ass niggaz lookin like fools to me I'm workin wit some change aiy And aint afraid to put fifty up
flag down a car when the shit drive by Im a pimp like preety tone i got the info on the preety chrome Fuicking hoes over fifty four my name here weight
teach you how to stunt I see you scheming, nigga keep on dreaming, I hurt ya mans I'll teach you how to stunt [50 Cent] Seven series BM, Six series benz Twenty-four
I do to make a profit? Catch a flight to st. louis That’s cool, cause nobody knew us We stepped off the plane Four gang bangers, professional crack slangers
haters into maggets Oak on the dash, but no coke on the hash You broke ass niggas learn to mash, like me Constantly, put the hustle down With four
bricks for days, dicks to make a bitch behave Had to baldhead my shit threw, had to switch the waves Just that quick, slip and the mac spit, bladdat Four
to die At any time of the day And i'll be godammit If i let a nigga steel me It will not happen Ima fire about a hundred and fifty shots at 'em And got
