copped quarter waters Tried to make a dollar chased my pop's boss daughters Tryin to make my name, global, in all four corners Philly baller, gamin in all four quarters
it is, Bankhead C-Rod, Grand Hustle, Diplomats You don't like it? Kill ya''self nigga, let's go Late night, straight white fa' ya' base pipe No mo' quarter
sweet, and try to creep or run up on us They get deeper than twelve foot, and you be leaking out of order Don't beef, if you ain't beefin' for no quarters
't make Haj yet, but that's my next project Livin two lives, one of turn and one with true lies Keepin a hoe, knowin these hands into my dua's In the quarters
rhyme gripper Deeper than the meditations of a Hindu worshiper Unorthodox, Hip-Hop, minister Than a Serengeti cheetah my thoughts swifter You lose your balance when the sound hits ya So check for the, fifth
) To all my Uptown (Niggas) To all my Bronx (Niggas) (Nigga, nigga, nigga) To all my Queens bridge (Niggas) When we smoke spliffs, we pack four-fifths
to act like you don't feel a nigga Biggie, yo' nigga, 50, yo' nigga Squeeze the trigga, leave a nigga fo' sho' When we smoke spliffs, we pack four fifths
rap ayatollah Kids hate me when they older I put cracks by the stroller I'm registered voter, motherfuck a quota Give some bakin soda and a quarter Bet
mistake my talkin' modest Still put you in the wild bedroom with the walk in closet Bay, riverboats, if you wanna see water Full length minks, get rid of that three quarter
I get drunk, and ride with gifts If I don't roll, then my nigga baby, he just twist He rolls Phillies and he busts the big the four-fifth See shit change
that man I'm from the shoulders Holdin' kilo's, pounds, and quarters Smoke with the smokers Servin' all you sodas from border to border Blaze your quarter
, yeah, yeah Top two for five, three for five, we rollin' Now I'm in too deep Only sixteen already hold a name in the street Makin' the fifth scream,
dreams and discourage the brave, remember that I been bustin' guns since the infamous days of leather hats Varsity sweaters with big letters black Pushin' the illest whips down fifty-fifth
cheddar Was mad dripper, he had a fuckin' villa in Manilla We got to flee to Panama but wait it's half and half Keys is one and two-fifth, so how we
or die sucker no not you thug there I ride on other gangsters turf and need a gangsta's fit Cash money means ya got to stay legit Throwin' paper in the air a quarter
or die sucker no not you thug there I ride on other gangsters turf and need a gangsta's fit Cash Money means ya got to stay legit Throwin' paper in the air a quarter
of cowards gettin' they dome split, I roll with, killas who that reside and blunt fillas, And in our midst is this thug ass nigga tryin' to get bigger >from quarters
morn Rappin', but my extra muscle hustles for my unborn All alone, dealin' with some types of risk That nigga, Riley Smith, made murder, one hundred and fifth