5150 Lyrics

Behold, your highness, the Luniz are here

Bring them in

Man where the fuck we at who the fuck are you??

It is I, Jesus, Shock Jesus

And what brings you brothers to such an early fate?

Man, no what the fuck man

Niggaz just shot me man, what the fuck man

How dare you use such language in the face of the almighty

Fuck you

You shall perish (beitch!!)

It is my judgement that you shall burn in hell

Man, noo

for eternity

Nooo (the Luniz are here)

Ahhh

5150, feel me

Psycho disco just go Luni

5150, feel me

Psycho disco just go Luni

I 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 plot

A broke nigga boney

Quick to lick but I could never steal shit from my homies

I play acts and make scratch from table scraps

and always end up fucked watchin other niggaz backs

I broke hamps wit my folks and get pounds

but in the mist of funk

would they really bust rounds?

I get woozie when I inhale all the badness

I swear to the Lord when I was young I never had this problem

I stressed the fuck out gotta doubt my own niggaz

I try to solve my problems wit hamps and liquor

I used to swig a 22, graduated to a 64

and now I don't smoke weed no mo'

And I ain't knowin where I'm headin

Most likely it's the scene of creamery

I'm petrified of the whole scenery

The game is some shit ya either roll wit

Or give up because the game is quick to make a nigga stroke it

For less is what I was wishin for it never came true

So it came to plannin missions damn near shittin in my drawers

I gotta play my part though and take what I can

from the niggaz I don't got Scarface nigga I feel ya

By any means nescescary

That's why they find scary niggaz buried

Carried to a whole 'nother place

If youse a hard nigga die with a smirk on your face

So much drama, I put my best in it

Peace, I'd rather live than rather rest in it

Where I'm from or where I'm headed, it ain't no love

I give thanx that I'm alive to the man up above

I'm still takin shit day by day

Survin off a nifty, that's why I'm goin 5150

Ripley's won't believe I'm shot, limpin down the block

Tryin to scoot out, carry the bloody glock

Cause niggaz they plot, it was a shoot out

Tryin to take the loot out my pocket

But I'm quick to let the glock spit at his 350 rocket

Then I split runnin down the block

No sense of dick made them bitch made niggaz whip out a guage

Then blaze my ribcage, I'm dazed

on the ground hella bleeedin ass out

I remeber seein somebody put me in a glass house, I passed out

Then my spirit arose up out my flesh, I'm old

No more bullet holes in my chest

A gold vest when I awaken for Mista Go-Tec-9 is awaitin

The Lord has no love for playa hatin

I'm facin Shock Jesus cause I'm the G-ist nigga to do the job right

Because I'm trained up in that mob life

Come back tonite strapped tonite

He said if I suceed he'll bring my family and dead homies back to life

A big ass eagle scooped me up then we bails out

Flyin through the cuts goin the secret hill route

The whole scene was a disaster

Friday the 13th the final chapter

Lookin niggaz wit casper the ghost

But I float until I smoked the big man

Slipped in quick sand

He's gonna kill me but my spirit slipped in my body

I yelled watch out he's gonna get me

They didn't get me, huh, they labelled my ass 5150

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