Another 50
(专辑: 5 And Better Series Vol. 1: Return Of The P.L.K. - 2008)
Yeah! You know who it is BANK$! Niggas talking all crazy, like I'm a
talk back to 'em Naaw! – I'm a
let the
Gat tattoo 'em And I
can't get it in, I'll jus black blue 'em, (black blue 'em!) Like Ezel and P. Miller, screw 'em! Bring your best rapper to me – and I'll chew 'em, (chew 'em!) Mike Vick 'em! – O.J. 'em, Ray Carue 'em! (whoooo!) I'm part intelligent part schitzo (schitzo!) And my pain – it should help shit grow. (uh!) Rap Klitzco! – Every punch is hard You can't take that from me it come from God My trunk small and shit, my engine on my back Like South Jamaica – I'm a
fucking Mack! Y'all little niggas – go and pump a
pack. (uh!) "Green, Gang" bars – ain't no punking that. (yeeeah!) My coffee shop sell weed in it, (yeah!) I
damn near overdose every visit Out in Amsterdam where they smoke in the
street And sell pussy like bread – minus the
blood shed. (blood shed!) Lamb' logo, blood red More rings than Chicago, nuff said. (nuff said!) My mommy had heart attacks back to back Sorry! – But I
wasn't really thinking 'bout rap. ('bout rap!) And my pops jus passed I
had to think about that (about that!) That can be enough to set a
nigga of track. – I'm BACK! (back!) In fact Niggas know exactly what to do. Whooooooooooooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid! And what not to do Anything's possible! See I'm back! Everything else... really don't matter... from here on out! Uh! – I
pop bottles like a
beat a
case My mind race at a
cheetahs pace – with addidas lace. (whooo!) They fell in love with my neck – I
don't need a
face (naaah!) Nigga you ain't got shit if you don't need a
safe. (haha!) These youngins get extorted every year (year!) By old niggas with salt and pepper hair. (uh!) Shits rough I
lower a
coffin every year Funeral arrangements and mortuary care. (swear!) Yeah! – I'm in a
class with a
few Like a
spec-ed kid – eating glue. (glue!) I'm colder than a
baby abandoned The
cannon will lay down everything standing. (YEAH!) Go 'head stunt, end up like Brandon You come to me better be God's planning. (uh-huh!) Don't get your ears popped like your landing I'm flying spuring – radar scrambling. AAAAAOOOOOUUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Puerto Rican but I
speak dough fluent (fluent!) Bachelor pad don't gotta sneak hoes to it. (naaah!) I
speed through the
yellows, and run the
reds They hear about if you bump heads (why?) – cause they'll be dumb lead. (uh!) If I
ain't top 5, who is? I'm lyrically loved in every town you live. (yeah!) Scarface cameras all around the
crib Niggas slip on the
grass get hit with the
sig They sick though and my plane 1st class for the
rain Turbalance got me rocking champagne stains. (stains!) If I
get 4
lanes, I'm a
do my time (time!) I
get 200 or something – with a
flow of mines. (whooo!) Cutting grass, cause nine niggas mowing mine Look directly in the
watch – you going blind I'm flyest nigga doing it, ask yo mom! My shit the
bomb they used back in 'Nam. (BOO!) Your soulmate wanna ride Shotgun (yeah!) And pretend like she don't got one. (yeah!) You know what's next minaging on the
yacht son (yeah!) Ready to unload like a
cop's gun. (uh!) You get pregnant then it's to the
chop shop (whao!) Cause I
don't change diapers – I
change drop tops. (whoo!) Most wanted number with my black Glock cocked Real nigga Unit boy 'til my clock stop – ticking Whoooooooooooooooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid! Ticking GGG You know! Unit! "T*O*S"... boy! "5 And Better"... Volume 1! "Return... Of the
PLK"!