F.I.V.E. lyrics

by

Lil Wayne


[Intro: Skit]
Prosecutor: Sir, is it true you were a crack cocaine dealer for seven years?
Defendant: I-I plead the fifth
Prosecutor: Exactly how much money did you earn in your time as a crack cocaine dealer?
Defendant: Fifth, five. One, two, three, four, Fifth

[Verse 1: The Game]
Joggin' my memory, the Doc*mentary
Killed that in a drop top, John Kennedy
Had the rap game in fear, like it was ten of me
The old me ain't got sh*t on where I'm finna be
n*gga, I'm finna be still reppin' the letter B
What if it was the n*gga that Dre signed instead of me?
Would I be starvin' or studyin' in Harvard?
Or would I be a dog of another f*ckin' pedigree?
Take away me, take away the su-woo
Take away the Gang Starr like hip-hop did Guru
Pull up in that new coupe, take away your girl, run her choo-choo
Then put it on WorldStar or YouTube
Yo, Tune', what it do?
Got some b*tches in the lobby and I'm 'bout to send them through
I'm Kobe rings, n*gga, who the f*ck is you?
Not the n*gga with five b*tches sittin' in the coupe

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Five
Got Jacksons in my pocket and I'm feelin' like a Jackson
Five
I'm ballin', yeah, I'm ballin', got me feelin' like I'm in the Fab 5
For as long as I live, I will rep the five
Like MJ in game five, oh-woah
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
I got five on it,
Five sho', Young Tune' in this b*tch, f*ck 5-0
Nickel plated .45 if I have an issue
Beat your ass black and blue with a bag of nickels, ha
I'm a G, do somethin' 'bout it
You ain't half of me, you need five hundred dollars, n*gga
And my redbone 5'5"
No hand slapped, but I'm high five
Yeah, get with the game or play the sideline
I dream to get the cover of High Times
Now take five paces
And try to guess the color of my shoelaces, red, b*tch
Yeah, I'm on my high horse
Now the sky mad at me 'cause I stole five stars
Got some freaks in the livin' room gettin' it on
And they ain't leavin' 'til five in the morn'

[Chorus: Chris Brown, Lil Wayne]
Five (I got, haha)
Got Jacksons in my pocket and I'm feelin' like a Jackson (Yeah, Young Tunechi, feelin' like the Jackson Five)
Five
I'm ballin', yeah, I'm ballin' (Woo-hoo), got me feelin' like I'm in the Fab 5 (Young moolah, baby)
For as long as I live I will rep the five (Five)
Like MJ in game five, oh-woah
[Outro: Chris Brown, Lil Wayne]
I deserve to be top five
Shots, pull up
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