F.I.V.E

[[Intro] Sir, is it true you were a crack cocaine dealer for 7 years? I-I plead the fifth Exactly how much money did you earn in your time as a crack cocaine dealer? Fifth, one, two, three, four, Fifth [Verse 1: Game] Jogging my memory, the Documentary Killed that in a drop top, John Kennedy Had the rap game in fear, like it was ten of me The old me ain't got shit on what I'm finna be Nigga I'm finna be still repping the letter B What if it was the nigga that Dre signed instead of me? Would I be starving or studying at Harvard? Or would I be a dog of a another fucking pedigree? Take away me, take away the su-woo Take away the gangstar like hip-hop did Guru Pull up in that new coupe, take away your girl, run her choo choo Then put it on Worldstar, or YouTube Yo Tune' what it do? Got some bitches in the lobby and I'm 'bout to send them through I'm Kobes rings nigga, who the fuck is you? Not the nigga with five bitches sitting in the coupe [Chorus: Chris Brown] Five, got Jacksons in my pocket and I'm feeling like a Jackson Five, I'm balling, yeah I'm balling, got me feeling like I'm in the Fab 5 For as long as I live I will rep for five Like MJ in game five [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] I got five on it, Five sho', Young Tune in this bitch fuck 5-0 Nickel plated 4-5 if I have an issue Beat your ass black and blue with a bag of nickels I’m a G, do something ’bout it You ain’t half of me, you ain’t 500 dollars, nigga And my red bone, 5-5 No hand slapped, but I’m high five Yeah get with the game or play the sideline I dream to get the cover of High Times Now take 5 paces And try to guess the colour of my shoelaces, red, bitch Yeah, I’m on my high horse Now the sky mad at me cause I stole five stars Got some freaks in the living room getting it on And they ain't leaving 'til five in the morn' [Chorus] [Outro: Chris Brown] I deserve to be top five