Letras:
Five Cent Wish

slippin', now I'm duckin' and trippin' That's a thousand dollar outfit what the fuck is you rippin'? You trippin', ON records could get my ass in position Death wish

wack, fade away and never come back {Verse Five: Lord Have Mercy} For now and forever, it's the, evil that men do Mental, my inner center Winter Frosted

gat Who out there? I swear, boy, wanna get touched Roll up and catch a slug to the chest, so duck I talk the talk, walk the walk, now nigga Five hundred

my lunch and sleep for dinner I tried to go to church, priest called me a sinner He called me everything except for a winner I'm walking in the rain wishing

And you gotta back down, cause the grind don't cease While dudes likes {*edit*} is hard to find in the streets I hustle like the homey Fo-Five, rest

like you're lucky, if it ever change from red to green I was born in an abundance of inherited sadness And .50 cent picture frames bought at a five and

five cents On a loosing game Baby, you win again I've been turnin it over and over again Like a stone I'm waitin to wish on

talking Madness The world spends 780 billion dollars Every year on weapons of war Stop Keep talking, keep talking, keep talking Madness 4.7 million children under the age of five

drinkin' At the party big booty pinchin', chillin', like a villain, balloon fillin' Whack MC killin', the fine hoe drillin' with the million dollar talent And the ten cent