Letras:
Squad Five O All We Have

you slipping and you think it's me There's something preying on us that we just can't see And we might be all we have someday (All we have someday)

, always a tack head You have no craftibility all that shit you talk is dead As sex drugs and violence, balance the scales of reality Y'all don't want

: [Young Zee] Uh, Zee I got waiting haze, my customers ho's, sleep with me We have small beef, I still sell them O's for three fifty They know in big

It's all about my family, it's all about my candy It's all about the crush, all about the feelin good All about the rush, all about us, the first family

fro, with the fro when we toast, So all the punks in the partner planet, Plus every single fool, cause without all of yall, Helter Skelter roll with we

the air Aight, for everybody, all our peeps out on the corners All the alleyways, for all our deceased Incarcerated peeps, brothers on the streets Nineteen ninety-five

Rick Ross, Rich Boy, Snoop and The Game And for my ladies, we have, Ne-Yo with Usher Y'all have a seat, we be right back, mothafucka... [Interlude: Shawn

lump Nigga, we are, the supreme squad You can dream hard but reality is We push the dream cars, fuck the queen broads Puff the green raw, we as real

) A little bit lighter really sets the mood Have you feelin' like everything is so damn cool Hop in my Five-Double-O Roll up my window asshole your lettin' out all