Letras:
Five For Fighting My Baby

I'm alright, alright, I feel alright I never been better in my life You know the score I'm just fine, I'm fine, feeling fine A regular sawed off valentine

I've been marked for death My heartless breath The underlying cause of my arrest My life is stressed And no rest, forever weary My eyes stay teary for

gettin paid Police on my pager, straight stressin A fugitive my occupation is under question Wanted for investigation, and even though I'm marked for

eyes swoll in fly mode I'm a homicidal outlaw and five-o, get your lights on, fight long tonights gonna be a fuckin' fight so we might roll My

ready I got a cruiser with a bimbo on the dash it kinda keeps my ass in line one little french kiss honey that's my kinda trash HONEY My brand new baby

? (Turn the track up, aww yeah) Turn it up! (This my shit right here, Bone back together baby) Let's go! (In these days and times of my life) Yeah, yeah

m screamin' out Mo' With my pockets on swoll Please Mr. Postman, quit bringin' these bills to my house Quit bringin' this stress to my spouse Casuse I'm ready for

Ripsta, nigga Mista Clean Nigga Dean, deep in my temple and not to get sentimentally sting, wit my Instrumelody, and heated especially for your team And a forty-five

owns a piece of my time And there's a five o'clock me inside my clothes Thinkin' that the world looks fine, yeah Holiday, yeah... Tradin' my time for