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letra de plead da 5ifth - million dollar idea

[verse 1: fizziq aka positivity]
motherf-ckers losing it cause they don’t know whose doing it
blast them in the back, they be running over yelling its
biggie, suge, motherf-cking diddy
but the man who k!lled i know and it’s none of this stupid sh-t
cold in the ground before his sounds went supersonic
some closer observation would think maybe that’s ironic
repping this alanis sh-t, but i can’t say how true is it
people asking who it were, i tell them only if
i’m sittin on the bench, i can plead the fifth

[chorus]
plead the fifth, motherf-cker, motherf-cker plead the fifth
i ain’t nothing, i ain’t saying sh-t
plead the fifth, motherf-cker, motherf-cker plead the fifth
i ain’t nothing, i ain’t saying sh-t

[verse 2: jay z jr.]
your b-tch -ss don’t get it, i smoke good that lettuce
my kush the colour of grimace and your -ss on my hit list
i’ll suge knight your -ss, b-tch
rolling that cash, b-tch
real good, suburban good, i’m all about that trap sh-t
everybody’s asking, what happened to the captain
that’s 2pac, yeah “who shot?” you know i won’t be answering
too busy swaggering, i sold my soul to baphomet
if i told your -ss i bet, that satan wouldn’t be having it
eternal d-mnation, that’s that sh-t i don’t like
i don’t give a f-ck man, i’ll plead the fifth my whole life

[verse 3: stan]
yeah man, me and pac go way back
’96 cruising in that maybach
with too much cash up in our wallet
down on the beach, yeah we was on it
shed a tear the day he was shot
shed a 40 up on that block
got an idea who it might be
paid diddy a visit, see if he’d flee
my crew busted in, guns a-blazing
but all we found was this half asian
half puerto rican butler whose name was dwayne
said he was in paris so he cleared his name
so yeah, i have no idea who shot him
maybe one of these guys does though

[verse 4: jerk tasty “the beauty queen”]
no i ain’t know sh-t, like a c0ke fiend
sidewinder slither, ain’t a snitch
just a lover
i’m a dirty motherf-cker
laying trails in the p-ssy of my latest k!ll
clues to a murder are the victim of my latest fill
fifteen years still innocent i am the greatest six year old mastermind
like dexter’s lab, make it look like 2pac died
d-mn the cops they dumb and the never caught a whiff
because i exercise my right, to plead the fifth

[verse 5: fizziq aka positivity]
hearing all this sh-t about this biggie and that pac
yeah i know the truth, but i ain’t gonna talk
got what really happened locked inside my brain
but all i gotta say is wha-da-da-da-da-dang
now listen up f-ckers, listen real good
cause what i’ve got to say is not something i should
the man who k!lled 2pac, name started with an “f”
that’s right motherf-ckers, it was fr-

- million dollar idea

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