415 - 41Fivin lyrics

(They don't get any bigger than this) (Ain't no half-steppin) (They don't get any bigger than this) (Ain't no half-steppin) (They don't get any bigger than this) (Ain't no half-steppin) (Till you get to Colombia) (Ain't no half-steppin) [ VERSE 1: Richie Rich ] This one is dedicated to the posse The founder, the author of 'n***as Just Jock Me' The DJ Daryl who cuts so sweet f** the bullsh**, the man makes beats The Jigga, the gee, the J, the E, the D My road dog, the man Slick Money 415 complete, that's it A new year's resolution to make hits '89 my pen and paper were taxed But see in '90, my sh** is comin on wax Money put together right, so we could use it Talent so damn tight, we make music Loc, a mic artist, straight sinister DJ Daryl on the cut, the Prime Minister The J the E the D, straight lethal But in the '90s he's goin legal Those who don't know will soon be realizin That the crew is just 41Fivin [ *DJ Daryl cuts up* ] (Ain't) [ VERSE 2: Richie Rich ] 415 is the code to the Eastside So if you're not strong, fold to the weak side Loc's got the ammo, I ride the tank Daryl does the cuttin and JED packs the bank All from the Oaktown, but different spots Don't catch a bullet, punk, it's way hot The stage belongs to the crew that's on it So think about the funk before you say that you want it Because we came to do a show and we do it legit And we packed along a posse just to k** up sh** See, a joke is a joke, like pullin a plug You catch a hot one when you're f**in with a thug We don't play that sh**, we believe in survival But we'll cold catch a murder beef when we're 41Fivin [ *DJ Daryl cuts up* ] (Ain't no half-steppin) (1-2-3-4) [ VERSE 3: D-Loc ] Hey yo, kick back, take a seat, let a big mack Put some muthaf**in game to the dope track I don't mean to interrupt, but yo Rich I gotta put some sh** to this dope cut Cause I'm a lyricist, I'm on a risin Here to let em know I be 41Fivin Step up or press up, you might mess up The program, because the Locster is fed up I'm on a mission to give em what they're missin And tell you what you're lackin, boy, I mean business Stupid muthaf**as play me close, but hell no I couldn't be touched even if you tried to bumrush A rat pack, n***as better step back Steppin to the Locster and gets jacked That's how it is when you're f**in with me But much worse when you're f**in with the 415 posse I just limp like a pimp, grab my dick Wobble to the phone, then call up Rich I tell him like this: "Yo, I got some funk So page Slick Money and meet me at the studio" DJ Daryl's with me with no delay Rich pulls up with a trunk full of throwaways We slap the clip in the nine, now the punchline Ran up on the enemies and started 41Fivin [ *DJ Daryl cuts up* ] (Ain't) (Shot his wife and her lawyer) [ VERSE 4: D-Loc ] Time to break east, I hear sirens Man, I hate those punk police I'm finna lounge in the cut and duck one I popped his a** and that was just for fun That's what the muthaf**a get for playin a role He stepped to me and then I ran up his a**hole Now I got a murder beef, they can't catch me I'm on the loose in the Oakland streets Hustlin, and man, it ain't easy So a n***a like me gets greedy I need all I can get, no bullsh** I won't stop until I feel the muthaf**in ??? If that mean straight k**in and jackin Robbin and stealin - well hey, that's what's happenin See, I don't bite the tongue for no one I ain't lyin, I'm just 41Fivin [ *DJ Daryl cuts up* ] (Ain't no half-steppin) (They don't get any bigger than this) [ *DJ Daryl cuts up* ] (4) (1) (5 minutes of funk) [ VERSE 5: Richie Rich ] Yo Loc, I hate police, and that's treacherous I'm on the run too but man, they ain't catchin us I got too many b**hes in the Oakland streets Use for hide-outs when I sense the heat See, a murder ain't sh** when a brother stays packin Loose on the streets, gettin his money on stackin s**er wanna run up, cowards, you get popped I'm on a rampage and can't be stopped And the one who tries, to the dirt he'll be divin Cause Double R don't joke when he's 41Fivin (These singers, man, I tell you) [ VERSE 6: D-Loc ] Rich, I'm in the game, man, all about stackin Rollin with the posse at night but I'm packin Can't turn my back for n***as tryin to gat me up Cause on the real tip, I don't give a f** Never mind the name, just admit it I'm a mack to the heart, so come with it n***a, be down to astound the world You won't be sh** if you don't pimp the 'white girl' Sellin dope is basically what I'm sayin I'm comin up cause muthaf**as keep payin For my product, cause yo, I gives a f** about a job Artist workin 9 to 5 hardest I make more in a day than you a month You can do the same, but you're scared of the game, punk Broke ba*tard need to be strivin Like me, or 41Fivin (It's good to see you back again) (You know too much to live! - I wasn't going to saying anything!) (I) (I wasn't going to say anything!) (I told em nothing!) (I) (I told em no-) (I told em nothing) (Please don't ??? him, don't ??? him, please) ( *screams, laughter* ) (It was so sick) (Be guided by what he says)