Lirik Lagu F.I.C.O. - Clipse & Stove God Cooks
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[Pusha T:]I remember late nights, pissy hallwaysDriving me psychoThe money wouldn't come fast enoughWe was back and forth, down streamlineMoving weight was like lipoThe rest of y'all stuck in a rutNiggas double crossing, talk behind ya backSee, that's where the knife goI guess they wasn't fuckin' wit' usSome niggas get the luck of the drawFor others, life is a dice rollAnd waiting on faith ain't for usWhen you young, you realize that you can't trust a mouth where the pipe goThey tried but couldn't love you enoughDance music on my neckWhere's your water bottle?Diamonds, the light showLooking like the sun in the clubIf you re-ing up with us then your credit score gotta beF.I.C.O. I'm talkin' 850 or bustSee you really real power when you make niggas balance on tight ropesThey know they not much for the bloodHave my man shoot ya blockI'ma send his ass far as the flight goAin't worried 'bout ducking a judgeKeep frontin' for ya bitchesCause any minute repo might showYou know that shit up in a monthHeard your man was in there singing for his lifeThey was calling him maestroCause time that heavy can crushWhen you pay a nigga back, like it's layaway, whispering "die slow"The last words you hear in the trunk
[Stove God Cooks:]You don't know what I knowYou ain't seen what I saw, noYou ain't been where I goWit' a fetti so strong you gotta bag it wit' one eye closedMy shooter turn you inside outI heard the Feds turned the crib inside outDrop the roof on you niggas, let the inside outFresh Prince jacket, boy, I cook 'em till they inside out
[Malice:]Go get a Glock, 27 fits snug in the waistlineBoth sticks came with the drumI was 5'6", shoulder with a chipWish a nigga to take mineIndex yanked till it's numbUsed to call me Windex 'cause this thing I spray gon' make you change mindsI done seen Hercules runWe was powerlifting 2.2'sNah, we ain't throw gang signsMy brick walk was second to noneI would have them take a number like DMVThat was the baselineCheckout on register oneMiami niggas like Big Perm 'cause they numbers was FaizonCubans showed me nothing but loveWhen it come down to it, every Stringer Bell just needs an AvonWho won't sweep it under the rugOn the road, with a load, nigga, break lineI knew where to place mineI don't keep the gun in the gloveHit the turnpike with the running lights that be on in the daytimeCause K9's sniff out a crumbHands 3 and 9 on the wheel as I'm crossing the state lineDumb, ditty, dumb, ditty, dumbSurvival of the fittestYou either get acquitted or face timeI done had an infamous runMy story gon' hit the first 48Then it's on Dateline 'cause this really shit I'd done
[Stove God Cooks:]You don't know what I knowYou ain't seen what I saw, noYou ain't been where I goWit' a fetti so strong you gotta bag it wit' one eye closedMy shooter turn you inside outI heard the Feds turned the crib inside outDrop the roof on you niggas, let the inside outFresh Prince jacket, boy, I cook 'em till they inside out
[Stove God Cooks:]You don't know what I knowYou ain't seen what I saw, noYou ain't been where I goWit' a fetti so strong you gotta bag it wit' one eye closedMy shooter turn you inside outI heard the Feds turned the crib inside outDrop the roof on you niggas, let the inside outFresh Prince jacket, boy, I cook 'em till they inside out
[Malice:]Go get a Glock, 27 fits snug in the waistlineBoth sticks came with the drumI was 5'6", shoulder with a chipWish a nigga to take mineIndex yanked till it's numbUsed to call me Windex 'cause this thing I spray gon' make you change mindsI done seen Hercules runWe was powerlifting 2.2'sNah, we ain't throw gang signsMy brick walk was second to noneI would have them take a number like DMVThat was the baselineCheckout on register oneMiami niggas like Big Perm 'cause they numbers was FaizonCubans showed me nothing but loveWhen it come down to it, every Stringer Bell just needs an AvonWho won't sweep it under the rugOn the road, with a load, nigga, break lineI knew where to place mineI don't keep the gun in the gloveHit the turnpike with the running lights that be on in the daytimeCause K9's sniff out a crumbHands 3 and 9 on the wheel as I'm crossing the state lineDumb, ditty, dumb, ditty, dumbSurvival of the fittestYou either get acquitted or face timeI done had an infamous runMy story gon' hit the first 48Then it's on Dateline 'cause this really shit I'd done
[Stove God Cooks:]You don't know what I knowYou ain't seen what I saw, noYou ain't been where I goWit' a fetti so strong you gotta bag it wit' one eye closedMy shooter turn you inside outI heard the Feds turned the crib inside outDrop the roof on you niggas, let the inside outFresh Prince jacket, boy, I cook 'em till they inside out
