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Clipse - F.I.C.O. (en) Lyrics
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I remember late nights, pissy hallways
Driving me psycho
The money wouldn't come fast enough
We was back and forth, down streamline
Moving weight was like lipo
The rest of y'all stuck in a rut
Niggas double crossing,
talk behind ya back
See, that's where the knife go
I guess they wasn't fuckin' wit' us
Some niggas get the luck of the draw
For others, life is a dice roll
And waiting on faith ain't for us
When you young, you realize
that you can't trust a
mouth where the pipe go
They tried but couldn't
love you enough
Dancе music on my neck
Where's your watеr bottle?
Diamonds, the light show
Looking like the sun in the club
If you re-ing up with us then
your credit score gotta be
F.I.C.O. I'm talkin' 850 or bust
See you really real power when you make
niggas balance on tight ropes
They know they not much for the blood
Have my man shoot ya block
I'ma send his ass far as the flight go
Ain't worried 'bout ducking a judge
Keep frontin' for ya bitches
Cause any minute repo might show
You know that shit up in a month
Heard your man was in there
singing for his life
They was calling him maestro
Cause time that heavy can crush
When you pay a nigga back, like it's
layaway, whispering "die slow"
The last words you hear in the trunk
You don't know what I know
You ain't seen what I saw, no
You ain't been where I go
Wit' a fetti so strong you gotta
bag it wit' one eye closed
My shooter turn you inside out
I heard the Feds turned
the crib inside out
Drop the roof on you niggas,
let the inside out
Fresh Prince jacket, boy, I cook
'em till they inside out
Go get a Glock, 27 fits
snug in the waistline
Both sticks came with the drum
I was 5'6", shoulder with a chip
Wish a nigga to take mine
Index yanked till it's numb
Used to call me Windex 'cause
this thing I spray gon'
make you change minds
I done seen Hercules run
We was powerlifting 2.2's
Nah, we ain't throw gang signs
My brick walk was second to none
I would have them take
a number like DMV
That was the baseline
Checkout on register one
Miami niggas like Big Perm 'cause
they numbers was Faizon
Cubans showed me nothing but love
When it come down to it, every Stringer
Bell just needs an Avon
Who won't sweep it under the rug
On the road, with a load,
nigga, break line
I knew where to place mine
I don't keep the gun in the glove
Hit the turnpike with the running
lights that be on in the daytime
Cause K9's sniff out a crumb
Hands 3 and 9 on the wheel as
I'm crossing the state line
Dumb, ditty, dumb, ditty, dumb
Survival of the fittest
You either get acquitted or face time
I done had an infamous run
My story gon' hit the first 48
Then it's on Dateline 'cause
this really shit I'd done
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