I Got 5 On It (feat. Michael Marshall) [Mixed] - Luniz

Super Earz D-Roc, D-Roc This for my niggas who ain't here (ain't here) I traveled some miles to see 'em (see 'em) Shinin' like a chandelier (chandelier) You ain't got to get close to see 'em (see 'em) Niggas talkin' out they lip I see 'em, I shoot above the rim (boaw) These niggas know what it is (know, yeah) Big drippin' inside my Tims (Tims) I heard 'em say I was broke (whoo!) What the fuck these niggas talkin' 'bout? (Talkin' 'bout) These niggas know that that's cap talk (that's cap) Hundred bands up inside a vault Every time that we speak, it's that murder talk (yeah) For a fact all these niggas know what it's 'bout And I know they ain't havin' the shit I bought When we open that choppa, they draw the chalk (brrr) Been through it all, these niggas pussy When it comes to this shit, I'ma vet, you a rookie When I see your lil' homies, they starrin' and lookin' My hitters on go and that button, I push it (boaw) Stick to the rappin', my OG be cookin' Wanted a chance, when they gave it, I took it Up in jail, every day I was hookin' Trial, when I seen it, I didn't over look it I heard 'em say I was broke (never) But these niggas know that that's a cap talk (bitch) Niggas bitches hate it when they talk I was bangin' and slangin' inside the nawf Whole lot of money, I made it all They ain't from where I'm from, can't compare to me (never) Up the cutta make him draw the chalk (yeah) I'ma stretch him, he thinkin' 'bout taggin' me (boaw) Real blood I won't walk in the club I ain't paid (I ain't paid) I ain't givin' shoutouts on my page (on my page) Thankin' God for the shit that I made This for my niggas that's up in the grave Won't give up, I'ma do it for Dave Fuck everybody want to stamp me Concrete jungle in the hood I played (I prayed) Rich Gang Birdman done stamped me This for my niggas who ain't here (ain't here) I traveled some miles to see 'em (see 'em) Shinin' like a chandelier (chandelier) You ain't got to get close to see 'em (see 'em) Niggas talkin' out they lip I see 'em, I shoot above the rim (boaw) These niggas know what it is (know, yeah) Big drippin' inside my Tims (Tims) I heard 'em say I was broke (whoo!) What the fuck these niggas talkin' 'bout? (Talkin' 'bout) These niggas know that that's cap talk (that's cap) Hundred bands up inside a vault Every time we speak, it's that murder talk (yeah) For a fact all these niggas know what it's 'bout And I know they ain't havin' the shit I bought When we open that choppa, they draw the chalk (brrr) Yeah, big comma and big faces (big faces) Chop 'em down, we will erase 'em (yeah) Buss it down then pop it off (yeah) Don't give a fuck if I catch a case (yeah, yeah) No cap (no cap), straight rap (straight rap) In the trap, hundred racks (hundred racks) Been ballin', don't doubt it (yeah) Gettin' money, that's facts (yeah, that's facts) Chandeliers, marble floors (marble floors) Move dope through plenty holes (through plenty holes) Alligators, crocodiles Automatic Calicos (Calicos) Every nigga with me got money (got money) Who the fuck said somethin'? (who the fuck said somethin'?) All these rap shit ain't nothin' (ain't nothin') I done passed it down to my youngins This for my niggas who ain't here (ain't here) I traveled some miles to see 'em (see 'em) Shinin' like a chandelier (chandelier) You ain't got to get close to see 'em (see 'em) Niggas talkin' out they lip (lip) I see 'em, I shoot above the rim (boaw) These niggas know what it is (know, yeah) Big drippin' inside my Tims (Tims) I heard 'em say I was broke (whoo!) What the fuck these niggas talkin' 'bout? (Talkin' 'bout) These niggas know that that's cap talk (that's cap) Hundred bands up inside a vault Every time we speak, it's that murder talk (yeah) For a fact all these niggas know what it's 'bout And I know they ain't havin' the shit I bought When we open that choppa, they draw the chalk (brrr)

Welcome, little boys and girls, you thought Niggaz was gonna come weak? Nigga this the mobb fool, uh I got some killaz on the payroll An they know when it's time To handle business nigga lay low I fight to struggle hopin' God don't stop my hustle My fam fight back like wild dogs wit' out a muzzle The shots was multiple I remember blood puddles Landed in sand wit niggaz fallin' in doubles Baby couples I mean the strong kill the weak Million dolla puzzles I done placed the last piece Success is sweet I put it all back together Mass melted chambers strictly guarded by barretas, uh Cash means 'fo the jewels they get they ass beat Sweat in my sleep think they found a way to blast me Grossly mutha fuckaz tried to choke me Sliced they throat look in my eyes now slowly Your oldie that's for takin' it P now what's left to play soley That's for fuckin' wit me listen in the streets it's a respect thang Can't tell the tune left ya non-taxin' mostly caine brought up Got sold on my block most the nights I slept got awoke by shots The inner city I could care less about your pitty I'm phats bossin' ready to die come and get me Well, you can label me an outlaw when madd maxx turn to set it off Grab the 9 millimeter by the pistol grip an let it off Like dustin' hoff killin' MC's off wit a vengeance Blow the microphone up an leave it smokin' when I'm finished Per pound spinach my niggaz been in it an done, done it So when you come to smoke wit' our records Nigga you know who run it I gets blunted 168 hours a week P tried to creep an got burnt from head to feet But never sleep on the vocabulary skillz Of a nigga that's out to make mills, uh My nigga phats bossalini tells all the block cats Got a hundred hidden in the stash, fast to blast If it's one thang this nigga hate it's niggaz swangin' like chimpanzees That's why it's no exception to the shit these niggaz hand me 20 years of struggle huddles an plans can't amount to millions bubble That's why we keep stacks tucked and cuddled No matter my home nigga my home is where I'm hustlin' Wit killaz on the payroll makin' up for lost pay loads The bay knows it's hustle-matic till you drop Stop lookin' bold through the cuts, lookin' for cops I kept on runnin' for three years too mutha fuckin' long And had to cope wit' everythang that went wrong I got the Lord in my life not 'cuz religion But the fact was a nigga had dreams an visions Never listened to grown folks I did my own thang So mutha fuckin' what if it's the wrong thang It's only one rule I live by keep some killaz on the payroll Nigga an get yo shit right I got some killaz on the payroll An they know when it's time To handle business nigga lay low Presentin' more urban tales of crack sales An black mail, an black males, peelin' black males That's why these California streets is symbolic to Baghdad It's sad they did my comrad bad smoked him wit' the mag Now he's walkin' wit' a cane and wearin' a shit bag My loc keep me focused got me sportin' this rag Wit' this tragedy added to agony An frustration Farrah Kahn himself couldn't stop me Retaliation 'cuz his only climax was pay back He let his wounds heal an got more get back An low track posted up wit the family shack Fully strapped wit' a Benjamin big faced stack Only to get attacked lookin' for the sale he put in his work He swore on the turf, put his ass hole in the dirt 'Cuz a million soldier died and served in these circle street wars Before the deaths of biggie and Tupac Shakur Is this the effects of being young black an poor? Do we genetically have what it takes to endure? Had killaz lookin' for him from Crenshaw to 5th wards To the O A K 6-9 will keeps it real 'cuz men sharpen men Like steel sharpen steel We warriors for the skrill wit' a whole lot of will An I'm never gonna put down my sword an kill 'Cuz I'm out here in these fields wit the focus of a drill Yeah, straight mobbulation, affiliation Run up squared and put down Assassination I got some killaz on the payroll An they know when it's time To handle business nigga lay low I got some killaz on the payroll An they know when it's time To handle business nigga lay low I got some killaz on the payroll An they know when it's time To handle business nigga lay low (Uh, you niggaz ain't knowin') Uh, uh, well, it's that will nigga That real nigga, that fill niggaz wit hot ones Combined wit' l we doubled barreled guns Mutha fuckaz best run fuckin' around wit' al-bum, num 2 so Do not be fuckin' around wit' we and we won't fuck around wit' you I do hang wit' dru I do not be fuckin' wit' busta niggaz like you Can't trust niggaz in yo crew what to do, I don't be drinkin' no brew I do get high till I kiss the sky an straight up run this just Hindu I do I go under and under like true lies Shakin' these fleas and shoo-flys royalties from noo-trybe Got niggaz tryin' to twist me like screw drivers But fuck what you claimin' we ain't mack 10 Hoobangin', hooride so who die? Nobody ever knew 'cuz true killaz don't fuck wit' niggaz like you Bumpin' yo gums 'bout who got ya feelin' the blues drunk an I say Grabbin' yo pumpkin' head like, ooh I been the ice cream man since '92 Comin' through in the ice cream truck on triple gold shoes Fuck too tru's vogues give the hoes blues bitches choose to lose Plus I puff indo, fool how could you refuse I do not be fuckin' wit' broke bitches like you But only if you knew my gang I'd have you running trains through the crew, I do But since I got funk wit' that no limit crew somethin' new Niggaz been tryin' to step on my shoes you know who That nigga got a perm like dru Burn like two remmies when he perform for you I do kick it wit real niggaz from frisco Back to my niggaz from get low the RBL my nigga cool nut 11/5 Bump this in yo seven ride get a show and bring you about seven die Mutha fuckaz startin' to bribe but niggaz ain't bumpin' no 4-tay 'Cuz he too busy bietch tryin' to smoke some more yay, uh Jose around the bay I knew he be funny lookin like g-money Nigga puffin' voos heard you got married to a crack like You need to get some get right like mac mall 'Cuz it act like you can't rap at all We havin' jobs and swingin' on platinum balls So don't get flat on your walls An get snatched up in a u-haul 'Cuz you'se a bitch nigga like rupaul You all think you gonna make money dissin' my crew? But only if you knew nigga You fuckin' wit these mobb niggaz fool, uh I got some killaz on the payroll An they know when it's time To handle business nigga lay low I got some killaz on the payroll An they know, an they know

*(Yukmouth talking w/Num in the background)* Southwest Ridas playboys (Ya highness!) Fuckin wit tha Luniz (tha Luniz are here!) We back in this mutha fucka 9-Scrillion, bout ta make a million bucks (E-40!, E-40 man!) Ya Capable (B-Legit!) Eh, here ye here ye (B-Legit!) All the pimps, playas an hustlas, get ya bread on mayne (B-Legit!) Ya Capable (E-40 man!) Ya Capable Ya Capable Peep it. Verse 1 *(Yukmouth)* Eh, eh Uh Live an direct 4-5 an a Tech Niggas be bustin in disguise like why would you lie When cops arrive on the set Dope fiends die over a check Ya niggas strive fo tha best To get some seats to rest in peace But funk don't die on tha set You must lie fo yo set An if you ride fo the set keep yo vest handy Understands me? Lace tha family wit candy like Willie Wonka Fiends pull up to my bumpa Infedamines, an green marijuana Whatever you want a nigga got it Slangin narcotics I juss socked tha shit out a fiend fo runnin off wit a nigga product Heiron he shot it Into his veins Got it by sellin everythang That's when he broke into his older son house mayne It's strange to watch ya dad box Ya beat ta death talkin about, "All you had to do was ask me fo some cash Pops!" But it's too late wire his shit up Jaw stiched up Lip bust Fo fuckin wit us Sick ass niggas. Chorus 2x Do I starve and do without Stay about your paper route Get yo cash Ya Capable. Stay about your paper route (Niggas!) Ya Capable Stay about your paper route (Bitches!) Ya Capable. Ya Capable. Verse 2 *(Numskull)* For a nigga that make stacks He got to pack Mac's Get off when shit hap's Shit off some stanky Before A nigga gets kidnapped Should'a have Too late Put in halfs Been confiscated Now your whole domain is isolated Imprisoned On the turf ya been on for long years Nigga Don't ya realize somethin is wrong here? Should'a kept ya focus Know this shit is called Ya mail mammy 'Cause mail holds together your whole family Understand me? Manny Fuck Tony's sister That's the reason he could come an get ya If I snub ya Then nigga I get richer Picture this Bitch had a block Bitch slanged rocks Bitch sold glocks An had ties wit the cops Now I's No dummy get yo bread on But if you go the wrong route Then you will get your head gone That's why I got capablity's To stack some skrill Become maxin fat cats Wit the gats concealed So I. *(Chorus)* 2x Verse 3 *(Yukmouth)* Eh, eh Eh, eh, eh Uh. One time fo ya mind Here to represent the pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas And my niggas on the grind Packin 9 milla-metas 9 lives like cheatas But ya stealin reeta, drug Dealas peep tha shit that I kick Hustlin, bustin down zips Makin kicks If we ain't makin it we takin shit to the extreme Hit the scenery wit machine Gun Get the creamery an ice cream Ya Capable. Verse 4 *(Numskull)* That's why Greediness makes greedy dead niggas Not followin the plan makes bleedin from the head niggas Bit off a big chunk of the wrong battle That shit Fucked ya whole shit, so you scaddled I done, did licks for kicks Went through battles an won wars dig This rap shit is one more win He fucked wit me Loving to corrupt the city Lord if it's my turn then please come an get me. *(Chorus)* 2x Outro *(Yukmouth)* Dig this Eh. I dedicate this to my Mobb niggas. (fa sho) You know, Poppa L.Q. Phats, Bossalini (Bossalini) Madd Maxx (Madd Maxx) 3 Times (3 Times) Cydal (Cydal) Dru Down (Dru Down) You know what I'm sayin, the list goes on an on The Nic Nac (you know what I'm sayin) Knucklehead Richie Rich Swoop G! You know tha Mobb niggas, we all Capable Big Gov (Gov) My niggas Capable boi, this Paraphanalia! THA MUTHA FUCKIN MOBB! Bay Area Oh, Bosko lacin the beat (Yay Area) Bosko the finest You can't fuck wit it That's all you got Eh, we got Bay, L.A. boi Eh, we got L.A. an tha Bay nigga that's all you think of is tha West Coast When you think of tha West Coast All you think about is L.A. an Oakland (mee & u) Done deal. Done deal. (echos out)