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i got 5 2005
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2005 version of i got five on it times still get hard for n***s everywhere take a couple puffs for ya homie. written by:Brick/ production by:The Counsil
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FRESH BREATHE OF HIP HOP .....810......Live from Flint, Michigan murder mitten IF YOUR EXPECTIN A CERTAIN STYLE FROM FLINT THEN YOU SHOULD SEARCH AGAIN
IF YOU CAME HERE EXPECTIN A CERTAIN STYLE FROM FLINT EXIT NOW PLEASE!!!!!!!!! BRICK(THE FOUNDATION) SCOBE(SONNY REDD) k.Bell PH2EZ(CONSPIRACY THEORY) CURRENTLY LOCKED DOWN HOLD YA HEAD UP MY NIGGA KARI ( THE REAL MCCOY) R.I.P THIS IS FOR YALL!!!!!!!!!!
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Genre
Hip-Hop • Spoken Word
Charts
#2,492 in subgenre Peak #27
Charts
Peak #1,351
Author
BRICK/The Counsil
Rights
2005
Uploaded
May 17, 2005
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MP3 3.8 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
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2005 version of i got five on it times still get hard for niggas everywhere take a couple puffs for ya homie. the beat was freaked by the counsil i put a verse on here with a lil' hook and left the rest open fill it in and holla back at ya boi somebody one1111111
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my nigga you got five then its time to ease our minds usually match a couple but right now its hard times gotta get on my grind get money nigga aint shit funny young ghetoo author usually daily smokin no less than a quarter detroit gans fill my chest every morning wake and bake eyes low when the sunrise got a nigga coughin i smoke medicine that weed you got it taste awful so nope i dont want to buy a sack with them dirty ass seals nigga get some new sacks claim you the weed man how long it take you to move that you might as well move crack because youll never get rich like me hiding raps from yall in notebooks in backpacks no studio time wait a sec let me back track the root of my rhyme aint rugers and nines the buddah got me fried cruisin through the northside clam baking me and my nigggas we on some 88 shit the bitches give em shotguns like troy aikman breath and stop you shoud proceed to watch as i make statements shit slow up like the matrix ride to indiana pacing sippin on lean smokin permithesine the blunt laced i can taste it got me slowed up hold up this blunt at the end my nigga roll up certified weed head i dont know what they told ya keep my head in the clouds might never catch me sober i got five if you got five homeboy its hard times but we bout to get high
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