THE FIFTH

THE FIFTH

(You Have The Right To Remain Silent) Yeah. Aye. I know motherf**kers that rob and steal, And I know motherf**kers that’ll take your meal, And I know motherf**kers that keep that steel, Chop it back, and watch it splat, then make them BBS' squeal, yeah I know motherf**kers that slang on the road and I know motherf**kers that swang that pole and I know motherf**kers that keep back low, Tinted windows with the 22’s on the f****n’ indoor I know motherf**kers that'll keep it in a safe, yeah I know motherf**kers that’ll snatch your f****n’ plate, yeah I know motherf**kers that push that weight, chop it up, remix, then f****n’ catch a case, yeah I know motherf**kers that hang in the cut And I know motherf**kers that’re just dumbf**ks And I know motherf**kers that’ll squeal for a deal and some motherf****n’ walnuts, I know motherf**ka's And I know motherf**ka's (what?) I know motherf**ka's And I know motherf**ka's (who?) I know motherf**ka's They're not no motherf**ka's They're not no motherf**ka's They're not no motherf**ka's (yeah, aye) And I know motherf**kers blow down 'caine And I know motherf**kers that eat fine thangs And I know motherf**kers that grip woodgrain, huffing propane with the champagne on the dash ‘till they crash, get locked up then get f**ked up in the ass, yeah, aye. (what? aw, shit) Yeah, I know motherf**kers that hang on the block And I know motherf**kers that bang that rock And I know motherf**kers that’ll pistol whip a -- (Sir Get Down) (I Plead The Fifth)

THE FIFTH

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(You Have The Right To Remain Silent) Yeah. Aye. I know motherf**kers that rob and steal, And I know motherf**kers that’ll take your meal, And I know motherf**kers that keep that steel, Chop it back, and watch it splat, then make them BBS' squeal, yeah I know motherf**kers that slang on the road and I know motherf**kers that swang that pole and I know motherf**kers that keep back low, Tinted windows with the 22’s on the f****n’ indoor I know motherf**kers that'll keep it in a safe, yeah I know motherf**kers that’ll snatch your f****n’ plate, yeah I know motherf**kers that push that weight, chop it up, remix, then f****n’ catch a case, yeah I know motherf**kers that hang in the cut And I know motherf**kers that’re just dumbf**ks And I know motherf**kers that’ll squeal for a deal and some motherf****n’ walnuts, I know motherf**ka's And I know motherf**ka's (what?) I know motherf**ka's And I know motherf**ka's (who?) I know motherf**ka's They're not no motherf**ka's They're not no motherf**ka's They're not no motherf**ka's (yeah, aye) And I know motherf**kers blow down 'caine And I know motherf**kers that eat fine thangs And I know motherf**kers that grip woodgrain, huffing propane with the champagne on the dash ‘till they crash, get locked up then get f**ked up in the ass, yeah, aye. (what? aw, shit) Yeah, I know motherf**kers that hang on the block And I know motherf**kers that bang that rock And I know motherf**kers that’ll pistol whip a -- (Sir Get Down) (I Plead The Fifth)

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