5TH CLOCC FINEST

Look, them niggas they was hatin' on me, yeah Them niggas, they was plottin' on me Them niggas out here playin' This the 5th Clocc finest I ain't for the politics, but I am for the drama And for the six, I'm killin' shit, I put that on my momma On Nine-fifth, on hallow tips, we cause a lot of trauma You better move proper And C.I.P to Poppa (woo), you know that's the straight And if I catch a Snoover lackin', send him to his grave And for the cuz I'm pistol packin', filled me up with rage And I don't give a fuck, I'ma do it, broad day (look) I be sendin' 'bout six shots when we bend blocks if you talkin' on members Got it on me, no pretenders I see the hate in they eyes And they wanna be with the guys They can't be one of mines, I'm with Five And I'm true blue to the skies My niggas gon' ride, they gon' ride And I will never testify (But I'ma still keep a .9) I see the hate Them niggas, they was plottin' on me I seen it, look This the 5th Clocc finest I ain't for the politics, but I am for the drama And for the six, I'm killin' shit, I put that on my momma On Nine-fifth, on hallow tips, we cause a lot of trauma You better move proper And C.I.P to Poppa (woo), you know that's the straight And if I catch a Snoover lackin', send him to his grave And for the cuz I'm pistol packin', filled me up with rage And I don't give a fuck, I'ma do it, broad day (look) I could see the hate in they eyes, tell me what you see (what you see?) Fever gang, lift 'em up, leave a nigga six feet (six feet) Pull up in that Bentley truck, and my niggas packin' heat (woo) Shorty sucked me off, then she threw the tee I keep them slugs in the toaster (toaster) If he want a roller 63rd to the hearse man, shout out to my rollers If I don't got my nina on me, then I grab my poker (poker) S gang the best gang, nigga don't fuck the code up This the 5th Clocc finest I ain't for the politics, but I am for the drama And for the six, I'm killin' shit, I put that on my momma On Nine-fifth, on hallow tips, we cause a lot of trauma You better move proper And C.I.P to Poppa (woo), you know that's the straight And if I catch a Snoover lackin', send him to his grave And for the cuz I'm pistol packin', filled me up with rage And I don't give a fuck, I'ma do it, broad day (look) Them niggas they was hatin' on me Them niggas, they was plottin' on me Them niggas out here playin'