CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Forever Fif/Top Shotta
[Forever Fif]
For my nigga Fif
'Member sleepin' on my homie couch, evicted out my house (Oh)
'Member police locked me up, my mama had to bail me out (Oh)
'Member bitches tryna style me up, now they don't turn me down (Oh)
'Member used to tryna fit in, now a nigga standin' out (Ooh)
I remember, I remember (Oh)
The hoes that used to diss all wanna hit, but I won't let 'em (Oh)
'Cause I don't sweat 'em
I remember, I remember (Oh)
Them niggas tried to pull me down, but I ain't never let 'em (Oh-oh)
'Cause I remember, yeah
What I gotta lose?
I done put some miles on these Jimmy Choos, I done paid my dues
My connect just sent a offer through that I can't refuse, hallelu-
We don't want the penthouse if there's not a view, ain't that the truth?
I been sleepin' on this air mattress in the guest house
More than a year, no rest now
If struggle brings the best out, then I should be the best out
I'm the nigga that was left out, still ten chains with my chest out (Bah-bah-bah)
Head high, err tucked, bring the vests out
I'ma drop, Preme and have these rappers stressed out, we the best out
If you ain't movin' right, you gettin' left out (Left out)
We ain't gettin' checked, but cut the checks now (Yeah)
All chains Reps now (Yeah)
And losin' Fif was never part of the plan (No, no)
Rest of these niggas barely friends, why they callin' me fam'? (Don't know)
The streets had me in a trance, pistol in my pants
Only fifty cent to my name, but had the power in my hands
I did it my way (My way)
Did my own thing (Yeah)
It's always been that way, nigga, I been on my own shit (Own shit)
Young and mobbin' on my grown shit (Ayy)
On some Jim Jones shit, Rockstar nigga (Uh-uh, uh)
Skull and bone shit
Put somethin' in your skull for the niggas that I roll with (Baow, baow, baow)
And if they try to hit us, we gon' hit the hardest (Oh)
'Cause where I'm from, niggas they be movin' heartless
'Member sleepin' on my homie couch, evicted out my house (Oh)
'Member police locked me up, my mama had to bail me out (Oh)
'Member bitches tryna style me up, now they don't turn me down (Oh)
'Member used to tryna fit in, now a nigga standin' out (Ooh)
I remember, I remember (Oh)
The hoes that used to diss all wanna hit, but I won't let 'em (Oh)
'Cause I don't sweat 'em
I remember, I remember (Oh)
Them niggas tried to pull me down, but I ain't never let 'em (Oh-oh)
'Cause I remember, yeah
Right hand on the Bible, left hand load the clip (Baow, baow, baow, baow, baow)
Yeah, yeah, I'ma do it like I'm Fif, ayy
I'ma take a brick and I ain't payin' shit (Uh, uh)
Yeah, yeah, I'ma do it like I'm Fif, ayy
Sweatin' by the stove, hit it with the wrist (Wrist, wrist)
Ayy, ayy, I'ma do it like I'm Fif, yeah
Rather die a man, then live like a bitch
Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah), I'ma do it like I'm Fif, ayy
Forever Fif
Reps Up, worldwide gang shit
You know we mobbin' for life and death, you feel me?
I know you up there still lookin' down on your big homie
I got you
Forever, my nigga, word
[Top Shotta]
(AP, AP, AP, yeah)
I'm a don dada, uh, I'm a top shotta, uh
I'm a globe trotter, uh, I'ma drip Prada, uh
On my mama, Mr. Finish-what-you-niggas-started, uh
Whole 'lotta comma after comma after comma, uh
Outfit off a cover, uh, lookin' like a hunnid, uh
Talk it, don't stutter, uh, pop him like a rubber, uh
'02 Weezy and Stunna in stretch Hummers, uh
Rich bitch, so much bread might put in a bun in her
Live from the gutter, if they diss us, they gon' suffer
Kiss my kid before I kill ya, I'm a cold hearted lover
I'm a bad motherfucker from the land of the hustlers
Ain't the man without no muscle, we just fuck, we ain't no couple
Mean I mean well, she can't bail 'cause deep down she know that if that bitch bad, I zig zag, I Sprewell in that ho
I tell 'em like it is, I ain't gotta lock her
I got the magic stick, hit her with that Harry Potter
I put money on your tummy, I put bread on your head
I put green on your spleen, sweet dreams, make your bed
I been gone off the meds, I got fire full of lead
Just to fire at them niggas wearin' wires for the feds, ayy
For my nigga Fif
'Member sleepin' on my homie couch, evicted out my house (Oh)
'Member police locked me up, my mama had to bail me out (Oh)
'Member bitches tryna style me up, now they don't turn me down (Oh)
'Member used to tryna fit in, now a nigga standin' out (Ooh)
I remember, I remember (Oh)
The hoes that used to diss all wanna hit, but I won't let 'em (Oh)
'Cause I don't sweat 'em
I remember, I remember (Oh)
Them niggas tried to pull me down, but I ain't never let 'em (Oh-oh)
'Cause I remember, yeah
What I gotta lose?
I done put some miles on these Jimmy Choos, I done paid my dues
My connect just sent a offer through that I can't refuse, hallelu-
We don't want the penthouse if there's not a view, ain't that the truth?
I been sleepin' on this air mattress in the guest house
More than a year, no rest now
If struggle brings the best out, then I should be the best out
I'm the nigga that was left out, still ten chains with my chest out (Bah-bah-bah)
Head high, err tucked, bring the vests out
I'ma drop, Preme and have these rappers stressed out, we the best out
If you ain't movin' right, you gettin' left out (Left out)
We ain't gettin' checked, but cut the checks now (Yeah)
All chains Reps now (Yeah)
And losin' Fif was never part of the plan (No, no)
Rest of these niggas barely friends, why they callin' me fam'? (Don't know)
The streets had me in a trance, pistol in my pants
Only fifty cent to my name, but had the power in my hands
I did it my way (My way)
Did my own thing (Yeah)
It's always been that way, nigga, I been on my own shit (Own shit)
Young and mobbin' on my grown shit (Ayy)
On some Jim Jones shit, Rockstar nigga (Uh-uh, uh)
Skull and bone shit
Put somethin' in your skull for the niggas that I roll with (Baow, baow, baow)
And if they try to hit us, we gon' hit the hardest (Oh)
'Cause where I'm from, niggas they be movin' heartless
'Member sleepin' on my homie couch, evicted out my house (Oh)
'Member police locked me up, my mama had to bail me out (Oh)
'Member bitches tryna style me up, now they don't turn me down (Oh)
'Member used to tryna fit in, now a nigga standin' out (Ooh)
I remember, I remember (Oh)
The hoes that used to diss all wanna hit, but I won't let 'em (Oh)
'Cause I don't sweat 'em
I remember, I remember (Oh)
Them niggas tried to pull me down, but I ain't never let 'em (Oh-oh)
'Cause I remember, yeah
Right hand on the Bible, left hand load the clip (Baow, baow, baow, baow, baow)
Yeah, yeah, I'ma do it like I'm Fif, ayy
I'ma take a brick and I ain't payin' shit (Uh, uh)
Yeah, yeah, I'ma do it like I'm Fif, ayy
Sweatin' by the stove, hit it with the wrist (Wrist, wrist)
Ayy, ayy, I'ma do it like I'm Fif, yeah
Rather die a man, then live like a bitch
Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah), I'ma do it like I'm Fif, ayy
Forever Fif
Reps Up, worldwide gang shit
You know we mobbin' for life and death, you feel me?
I know you up there still lookin' down on your big homie
I got you
Forever, my nigga, word
[Top Shotta]
(AP, AP, AP, yeah)
I'm a don dada, uh, I'm a top shotta, uh
I'm a globe trotter, uh, I'ma drip Prada, uh
On my mama, Mr. Finish-what-you-niggas-started, uh
Whole 'lotta comma after comma after comma, uh
Outfit off a cover, uh, lookin' like a hunnid, uh
Talk it, don't stutter, uh, pop him like a rubber, uh
'02 Weezy and Stunna in stretch Hummers, uh
Rich bitch, so much bread might put in a bun in her
Live from the gutter, if they diss us, they gon' suffer
Kiss my kid before I kill ya, I'm a cold hearted lover
I'm a bad motherfucker from the land of the hustlers
Ain't the man without no muscle, we just fuck, we ain't no couple
Mean I mean well, she can't bail 'cause deep down she know that if that bitch bad, I zig zag, I Sprewell in that ho
I tell 'em like it is, I ain't gotta lock her
I got the magic stick, hit her with that Harry Potter
I put money on your tummy, I put bread on your head
I put green on your spleen, sweet dreams, make your bed
I been gone off the meds, I got fire full of lead
Just to fire at them niggas wearin' wires for the feds, ayy
