Five 1 lyrics

[Intro: C.M.L.]
Yeah, mane

[Hook: Dreda]
Yeah it's Five 1
That don't mean we be on 51st
We do dirt in new Camaros, but we had the 51st
Got a 100 round drum, we gon let off 50 first
I suggest you n*ggas run and go call the 50s first
Yeah it's Five 1
That don't mean we be on 51st
We do dirt in new Camaros, but we had the 51st
Got a 100 round drum, we gon let off 50 first
I suggest you n*ggas run and go call the 50s first

[Verse 1: Dreda]
After stamping in my boots, I hit traffic in a coupe
Letting that 50 spit like Curtis Jackson in the booth
I pull up in that Camaro, send shots from the barrel
Hit yo pregnant b*tch in the back...call it a epidural
Squeeze after squeeze, I'm a force to flame out
You get wet, you see shells like a Oyster came out
Body parts, loitering, parts of his torso hang out
See 5-0, play psycho, and say the voices came out
Or we can bang out...and I'm ejecting 12 shots that have ya leaning from a pole like you checking the mailbox
And the pressure these shells got...scorching like hell rocks
Spying through a scope, clutching it, touching from 12 blocks
But if you live kid, then you should go and tell pops
Proceed to check into a hotel, then go and tell cops
When the slug leave the shell, is it still a snail?
Not cool his system
Inhale, exhale, when I flock
[Hook: Dreda]
Yeah it's Five 1
That don't mean we be on 51st
We do dirt in new Camaros, but we had the 51st
Got a 100 round drum, we gon let off 50 first
I suggest you n*ggas run and go call the 50s first
Yeah it's Five 1
That don't mean we be on 51st
We do dirt in new Camaros, but we had the 51st
Got a 100 round drum, we gon let off 50 first
I suggest you n*ggas run and go call the 50s first

[Verse 2: C.M.L]
I'm from Zone 51, b*tch n*gga what you know
Got then choppas on deck, run up in a n*gga home
Got them goons right beside me, b*tch where you at
Southside n*gga, what you know about that?
And I'm rockin fo' death, and I still stay strapped
And my favorite color red, but I love wearing black
And I love having green, and I love counting stacks
Keep playing with them goons n*gga, that'll get you wacked
Dreda that's my brother, he'll murk your mother
Yellow diamond chain like I said...butter
f*ck a broke b*tch ass n*gga talking crazy
I suwoo ride, red 'dana, but I'm brazy
5-100 like my lil brother say
Keep playing with them goon, n*ggas coming where you stay
I stay strapped down, yeah that's how a n*gga play
And I keep a heater close, b*tch, wherever I lay, n*gga
[Hook: Dreda]
Yeah it's Five 1
That don't mean we be on 51st
We do dirt in new Camaros, but we had the 51st
Got a 100 round drum, we gon let off 50 first
I suggest you n*ggas run and go call the 50s first
Yeah it's Five 1
That don't mean we be on 51st
We do dirt in new Camaros, but we had the 51st
Got a 100 round drum, we gon let off 50 first
I suggest you n*ggas run and go call the 50s first