Think you the shit, leave me your chick, the light ain't red Matter of fact just wanna leave 'cuz the fights is on I'ma still be here when the lights is on
real sick huh' (Bitch where my money') Two young niggas getting money man You can hate on us all you want man Yeah Stuntin on em And we stuntin on em And we stuntin on
(Fifty foot queenie) You come on measure me (Fifty foot queenie) I'm fifty inches long (Fifty foot queenie) (Fifty foot queenie) (Fifty foot queenie) (Fifty foot queenie) (Fifty foot queenie) (Fifty foot queenie) (Fifty
hear my song You come on and measure me I'm forty inches long Hey I'm king of the world You oughta hear my song You come on and measure me I'm fifty
flex with Diamond stud earings and neckless And my truck on 26's driving reckless Got a pound yep and on my way to Texas Yep I'm on there throwing up
[radio announcer] This is DJ Sayyyy WHAT?! on this motherfucker Comin at you live on WKYA Radio from the Brick City The weather is callin for it to be
Black And if it's Friday, you better double your lap I hit you on the floor saying my neck and my back Yo, let's settle it out of court for ten dollars smoke Two fifty
Flavor Flav Before my album dropped, I rocked show for G's Blowin' trees, while I'm tourin' overseas Flew to PR, won a quick fifty G's And I'm still poppin' up on
but it's funny how mine makes niggaz maddest Come at us if you ready for war Whoever you are Leave you dead in your hall leakin' red on the floor Better
probably get wit' ya If not burn it, get hot like a furnace Shoot the video motherfuck city permits We own the city, on the phone with Diddy Red bone
nuh deh deh plenty but the pose whe mi si mi woulda take a twenty, even a thirty forty fifty sixty. mi realize seh her belly empty, put on the turn on
my brother In time Bible in the closet collecting dust (dust) Mama on crack, now who ya gonna trust (trust) Daddy, daddy drinking that Vodka and Rum (rum) Guzzling down that One Fifty
, officer is there a problem man whats going on? Yeah I had a report of a UFO What's that? An unidentified Ferrari looking object Flying by me on the
's nest But you know who with an S tattooed to my chest But I've innested, now I got the Industry pissy Ever since me and Dre split it fifty-fifty on fifty
Well my momma met my daddy down in Alabama They tied the knot so here I am Born on the bayou on the Texas Line Loved Louisanana and raised on Jabalaya
thats why your career is shorter than retarded club owner gave you bottles, you the shit now this shit costing twenty dollars who the pimp now stop standing on
, got drank by the jug In the VIP with the chicks and the drugs It's the TIP, Bun-B and slim thug 22's on a brand new coupe wit no roof A hundred and fifty