Luniz - 5150 Lyrics
Behold, your highness, the luniz are hereBring them inMan where the ***** we at who the ***** are you? ?It is i, jesus, shock jesusAnd what brings you brothers to such an early fate?Man, no what the ***** manNiggaz just shot me man, what the ***** manHow dare you use such language in the face of the almighty***** youYou shall perish (beitch!!)It is my judgement that you shall burn in hellMan, nooFor eternityNooo (the luniz are here)Ahhh5150, feel mePsycho disco just go luni5150, feel mePsycho disco just go luniI wish I had cot (what? ) I wish I had some cot (why? )So I could sky and have a place to lay my head and plotA broke nigga boneyQuick to lick but I could never steal shit from my homiesI play acts and make scratch from table scrapsAnd always end up *****ed watchin other niggaz backsI broke hamps wit my folks and get poundsBut in the mist of funkWould they really bust rounds?I get woozie when I inhale all the badnessI swear to the lord when I was young I never had this problemI stressed the ***** out gotta doubt my own niggazI try to solve my problems wit hamps and liquorI used to swig a 22, graduated to a 64And now I dont smoke weed no moAnd I aint knowin where Im headinMost likely its the scene of creameryIm petrified of the whole sceneryThe game is some shit ya either roll witOr give up because the game is quick to make a nigga stroke itFor less is what I was wishin for it never came trueSo it came to plannin missions damn near shittin in my drawersI gotta play my part though and take what I canFrom the niggaz I dont got scarface nigga I feel yaBy any means nescescaryThats why they find scary niggaz buriedCarried to a whole nother placeIf youse a hard nigga die with a smirk on your faceSo much drama, I put my best in itPeace, Id rather live than rather rest in itWhere Im from or where Im headed, it aint no loveI give thanx that Im alive to the man up aboveIm still takin shit day by daySurvin off a nifty, thats why Im goin 5150Ripleys wont believe Im shot, limpin down the blockTryin to scoot out, carry the bloody glockCause niggaz they plot, it was a shoot outTryin to take the loot out my pocketBut Im quick to let the glock spit at his 350 rocketThen I split runnin down the blockNo sense of dick made them ***** made niggaz whip out a guageThen blaze my ribcage, Im dazedOn the ground hella bleeedin ass outI remeber seein somebody put me in a glass house, I passed outThen my spirit arose up out my flesh, Im oldNo more bullet holes in my chestA gold vest when I awaken for mista go-tec-9 is awaitinThe lord has no love for playa hatinIm facin shock jesus cause Im the g-ist nigga to do the job rightBecause Im trained up in that mob lifeCome back tonite strapped toniteHe said if I suceed hell bring my family and dead homies back to lifeA big ass eagle scooped me up then we bails outFlyin through the cuts goin the secret hill routeThe whole scene was a disasterFriday the 13th the final chapterLookin niggaz wit casper the ghostBut I float until I smoked the big manSlipped in quick sandHes gonna kill me but my spirit slipped in my bodyI yelled watch out hes gonna get meThey didnt get me, huh, they labelled my ass 5150Chorus
