The Fo Five Song Lyrics

I'm plottin' up a homicide when I'm out to ride
I'm grippin' on my .45, keep it by my side
You know I'm always down to slide when it's do-or-die
I'm just a hustler and a player with a deadly vice

I'm plottin' up a homicide when I'm out to ride
I'm grippin' on my .45, keep it by my side
You know I'm always down to slide when it's do-or-die
I'm just a hustler and a player with a deadly vice

I'm comin', late-night creepin', finger on the trigger, never sleepin'
No sucker, cop ducker, go 'head, bitch, give me reason
To break yo' ass off with the .45 I'm squeezin'
Gurpin' on this skunk that my partner grew up last season

Ho-ok a left, and now you see me rollin' through the boulevard
Shakin' hands and kissin' babies, Rami' been the ghetto star
Say, young player, let me tell you 'bout them days
Where we never had shit, but now a nigga get paid, huh

Pullin' up in somethin' clean, fresher than Listerine
I pop my collar 'cause stackin' money, man, ain't no thing
Shake junt hoes, send the money through the Western Union
30 thousand dollars from a duffel bag I sent to Houston

I'm plottin' up a homicide when I'm out to ride
I'm grippin' on my .45, keep it by my side