The Rock Show Lyrics - Fiend

Verse one: 

36 ounces of thousand in grams 

I ain't never had shit, now I plot to piss or a stick 

Ain't nothing in my jeans but some lint and some dick 

Who wanna hunger young rick 

Thinking I can't get, out the situation 

I'm 'bout to make these bitches sick 

Since a little nigga, started to vision nigga 

Now when dophines' surely come, I know how much to give her 

Single bags to dimes, dimes, tens to twhomp twhomps 

Catch me in the set and I'ma have what'cha want want 

Playing it raw, I ain't out here for my health 

And tell the Temp service, ain't blood myself 

Enjoyed myself, blocks away from the melt 

And proving thy self from cream that don't melt 

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Chorus: 

(Nigga why) Before real nigga's kiss up to the man (whomp) 

36 ounces of thousand in grams 

If it ain't legal and from Uncle Sam 

36 ounces of thousand in grams 

How I get them cars, houses, and land 

36 ounces of thousand in grams 

You ain't seeing shit till money in hand 

36 ounces of thousand in grams 

Verse two: 

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My brother and cousin got a plan 

Look, that dope ain't got touch my hands 

But yet this bad and I'm the one with the life sands 

A ten millimeter for protection 

For any jacker or badge that run up in my section, and ah 

I cost to cigars from being broke 

And this ain't lemonheads or no bar of soap, and ah 

To old for McDonalds, that killed hope 

And all the hustla's around my way got cars with no notes, so ah 

Penetentries chance's here I come 

That nigga move to fast I'ma pop his ass one (pop) 

Drop his ass one (pop) 

Bringing home the brick 

What 'ya know when the Fiend got his own started up git 

Chorus