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
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
record we always come to set a new standard Act like you know Incase you ain't know and incase you ain't heard And if you want us to set it just give
ass who can sing a song Wrong, this ain't politically correct This might offend my political connects My raps don't have melodies This shit make niggas wanna go
bubble when the jealousy is kickin' in I wanna pull licks but that jealousy don't fit me Let's bet on the set, I'm a vet runnin' from fifty It spell
with Sinead and they sippin on the four-oh Now I know I'm trippin *Martin Lawrence voice* Oh my goodness! Let me change the TV and Dizamn! Once again there I go
kick you in your [ass] and your breath'll smell like sneaker soles Now how's that for a fixin? You'd better rather go to Roy's, cause I ain't kickin science
game I got my eighty-fours tippin, wood grain I'm grippin I'm swayin lane to lane with my pinky ring glistenin And on my H-Town set, all my cars I wet
dude and them pulled up They talkin' about a nigga like a hurricane forecast Boy kinda ignorant but he could move the fast To hell with the talkin', we could go
like the next train Make the party people exclaim Whenever they hear my name They go Mos Def Oh, yes my style is so fresh Guranteed to win any MC contest Old school like the eighty-four
out I'm all in, here to win, I rep Staten Island He called it, I showed four jacks, he started wilding This son of **** all night, he set me up He check
I acquire The Fifth, similar to ghetto gospel choir We explore the whole states plus record In flight buds, trip that was a prisoner in war Four-four
Gang bangin' ain't go' never die, as long As niggaz ain't got nothing we go' be thuggin' forever high Ain't no more drive by's, niggaz chase you down '
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 homie go
You can bump to the vibe, if you feelin this [buckshot] I'm high when I know I'm sweatin, plus I'm gettin Ready to set like nino brown at the wedding
Action son They just don't understand, you know I mean? Niggaz comin' sideways, thinkin' stuff is sweet man You know what I mean? Niggaz don't understand the four
