Slaughter Rico - 5 Dolla n***a lyrics

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Slaughter Rico - 5 Dolla n***a lyrics

[Hook] I'm a 5 dolla n***a with a body on my gun They lookin for me now they got me on the run I'm just a 5 dolla n***a you can spot me when I come Empty your pockets if you flinch I'mma pop at 'em Now check it [Verse 1] Nothin but business when you f**in' with bosses I'm not untouchable, I struggled through a couple of losses Not a s**er dude trust me for you to fight for my battle With slaughter, p**y you bring a butcher knife if you have to I'm just a triflin' rascal with this rifle'll splash you straight Shred you slice you up into pieces now your life'll just pa** you I told you looks is deceivin' I'm the crook for this ev'nin b**hes want me booked for no reason, they be hookin and skeezin' I'm preachin', smoking and drinking pockets broke and they stinkin' I'm jokin and drinkin, the weed to controllin' my thinkin' So gimme, a blunt and a walkman take under precaution I'm done with the talkin' you crossin' now my gun'll be sparkin' So what you, tell em you really I'm a felon you feel me n***as hated for slaughter rico cause I'm hell up in philly Sorta like abortional clinics I'm droppin em off Pulling pistols popping my piece without no probable cause [Hook] [Verse 2] Couldn't count how many burners I be loadin' and bustin' Parental discussion, I'm headed for a road of destruction Been spittin, lyrics for years, but my dream was a barber Sippin on the pina colada, dig the meaning of slaughter n***as aks me why the f** I'm trippin' Stay on this stucky mission Only noodles that I f** with is in a cup of Lipton My seal of approval guaranteed on my lyrics I'll move you like spiritual voodoo No clue who left your family bamboozled I keep a 38 for the riot, debatin' to riot You motha f**as break it you buy it Well ya handle ya bustas my poetical justice Educate 'em like Frederick Dougla**, who could question to touch us A lotta rappers they wouldn't really mind to defeat us Steppin outta line like Adidas till they shinin' with Jesus My family, you wanna shoot me you could usually catch me On my way to cop me a loosey and a 2 litre pepsie [Hook] [Verse 3] 5 dolla n***a my destiny is to reign It's a shame, I'm the dirtiest S.O.B. in the game Rollin' with survivors, there ain't no soul that could stop us Throwin low bloses up I got it like Riddick Bowe and Golota Bullet hole yo squad up, whoever close to the driver Come deep through to revive her, there ain't no hope for tomorrow I was never scared to battle dude f** what you talkin' I'll drag your a** from Erie Avenue, to Susky to Dauphin I'm a 5 dolla n***a, bustin and sparkin Off of this wild Irish liquor got me cussin' and walkin' Regardless the limit that started that's what slaughter gon' finish I ain't Bruce Willis, but b**h I'm dying hard with a vengeance Dearly beloved, n***as best beware when we thuggin For years we were struggling, no need for the tears in the buckets So f** it, losers or winners I'm the dude to remember n***as love it the way I spit it when I'm losing my temper [Hook]

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