your roster kid, I mean business Big elevators mean big businesses Sleeves rolled up around five, I, loosen my tie Rough day though the stock was high
choppin Choppin for dough, prophecise Monopolize ingrown, pull back with no remorse The horse power cross bow Soundin dope we off done the boat felt the flow Under my belt plenty live Twenty five
you will in a few minutes, hear from the man Who is takin' the place of real black leadership Who will answer the call for true freedom Justice and equality in America
fives Push wigs back, push weight Runnin' narcotics in over twenty-one states Thuggin' and buggin' I'll crack your fuckin' chest plates It's good old America
like cops at drug corners Feds got the bugs on us, tryin to lay the law on us They want us in jails, with bails too high to bond, but am I the don? Shit
't maintain at home This dates back to fifteen fifty five When they captured the first tribe of men And piled them in a pen fifty feet high They took
up nigga For the weed, guns, and keys But ya'll is gettin' live though I ain't gonna cry yo I just wanna get paid off, nigga Like five-0 In America the
'm Back again Back with my forty five Cadillac that my shorty drive Maggy mad cause my shorty live Back again Straight from four forty five West five
Def Squad, J. Bleezy Ha, com-bust-ya-ble, huh It's Erick, I'm back again, full fledged American flag in here so y'all pledge A few of y'all sold some
Elite alloy candy coated custom paint, Verizon wireless phone Jacob watch with interchangeable bands and five time zones Tryin' to holla at a redbone,
. 18 to 25 women age like cheese; men age like wine. Rule number two. My expectations of lovely people aren't very high. *cough* *spit* Rule number three. American
do to me Five o'clock in the traffic and I be fiendin' Without the bomb nigga life has no meanin' Okay, see I be krunkin' to profession in American-
of drunk reverie saw him escorted out of a mets game on network t.v. kept his head in the clouds with any cheap high he could cull in his cancered impala
and get blown to bits No disrespect, that's where I rest my head I understand you gotta rest yours true Nigga my people's dead America, together we
high Before you fuck up my high Before you fuck up my high Before you fuck up my high Before you fuck up my high Fuck up my high All I wanna say, "Fuck
My west coast niggas'll will out Word up What if computers shut down for the y2k? What if NWA neva had Dre? What if Eminem was black, would he have sold five
Look, that's all it took, easy as pie American dream, take a slice, Americans lie Americans die every day, American mothers askin American God, why? american lo-fi Gimme a high five
long overdue, this song's for you, the American man The American man This one's for you to host, the American man American man, it's me, the American