Five 1

Lyrics

[Intro: C.M.L.] Yeah, mane [Hook: Dreda] Yeah it's Five 1 That don't mean we be on 51st We do dirt in new Camaros, but we had the 51st Got a 100 round drum, we gon let off 50 first I suggest you niggas run and go call the 50s first Yeah it's Five 1 That don't mean we be on 51st We do dirt in new Camaros, but we had the 51st Got a 100 round drum, we gon let off 50 first I suggest you niggas run and go call the 50s first [Verse 1: Dreda] After stamping in my boots, I hit traffic in a coupe Letting that 50 spit like Curtis Jackson in the booth I pull up in that Camaro, send shots from the barrel Hit yo pregnant bitch in the back...call it a epidural Squeeze after squeeze, I'm a force to flame out You get wet, you see shells like a Oyster came out Body parts, loitering, parts of his torso hang out See 5-0, play psycho, and say the voices came out Or we can bang out...and I'm ejecting 12 shots that have ya leaning from a pole like you checking the mailbox And the pressure these shells got...scorching like hell rocks Spying through a scope, clutching it, touching from 12 blocks But if you live kid, then you should go and tell pops Proceed to check into a hotel, then go and tell cops When the slug leave the shell, is it still a snail? Not cool his system Inhale, exhale, when I flock [Hook: Dreda] Yeah it's Five 1 That don't mean we be on 51st We do dirt in new Camaros, but we had the 51st Got a 100 round drum, we gon let off 50 first I suggest you niggas run and go call the 50s first Yeah it's Five 1 That don't mean we be on 51st We do dirt in new Camaros, but we had the 51st Got a 100 round drum, we gon let off 50 first I suggest you niggas run and go call the 50s first [Verse 2: C.M.L] I'm from Zone 51, bitch nigga what you know Got then choppas on deck, run up in a nigga home Got them goons right beside me, bitch where you at Southside nigga, what you know about that? And I'm rockin fo' death, and I still stay strapped And my favorite color red, but I love wearing black And I love having green, and I love counting stacks Keep playing with them goons nigga, that'll get you wacked Dreda that's my brother, he'll murk your mother Yellow diamond chain like I said...butter Fuck a broke bitch ass nigga talking crazy I suwoo ride, red 'dana, but I'm brazy 5-100 like my lil brother say Keep playing with them goon, niggas coming where you stay I stay strapped down, yeah that's how a nigga play And I keep a heater close, bitch, wherever I lay, nigga [Hook: Dreda] Yeah it's Five 1 That don't mean we be on 51st We do dirt in new Camaros, but we had the 51st Got a 100 round drum, we gon let off 50 first I suggest you niggas run and go call the 50s first Yeah it's Five 1 That don't mean we be on 51st We do dirt in new Camaros, but we had the 51st Got a 100 round drum, we gon let off 50 first I suggest you niggas run and go call the 50s first