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 posseThe founder, the author of 'Niggas Just Jock Me'The DJ Daryl who cuts so sweet***** the bullshit, the man makes beatsThe Jigga, the gee, the J, the E, the DMy road dog, the man Slick Money415 complete, that's itA new year's resolution to make hits'89 my pen and paper were taxedBut see in '90, my shit is comin on waxMoney put together right, so we could use itTalent so damn tight, we make musicLoc, a mic artist, straight sinisterDJ Daryl on the cut, the Prime MinisterThe J the E the D, straight lethalBut in the '90s he's goin legalThose who don't know will soon be realizinThat the crew is just 41Fivin[ *DJ Daryl cuts up* ](Ain't)[ VERSE 2: Richie Rich ]415 is the code to the EastsideSo if you're not strong, fold to the weak sideLoc's got the ammo, I ride the tankDaryl does the cuttin and JED packs the bankAll from the Oaktown, but different spotsDon't catch a bullet, punk, it's way hotThe stage belongs to the crew that's on itSo think about the funk before you say that you want itBecause we came to do a show and we do it legitAnd we packed along a posse just to kill up shitSee, a joke is a joke, like pullin a plugYou catch a hot one when you're *****in with a thugWe don't play that shit, we believe in survivalBut we'll cold catch a murder beef when we're 4
