F.I.V.E. The Game (Ft. Chris Brown & Lil Wayne)

[Intro: Skit]
Prosecutor: Sir, is it true you were a crack cocaine dealer for seven years?
Defendant: I-I plead the fifth
Prosecutor: Exactly how much money did you earn in your time as a crack cocaine dealer?
Defendant: Fifth, five. One, two, three, four, Fifth

[Verse 1: The Game]
Joggin' 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 where I'm finna be
Nigga, I'm finna be still reppin' the letter B
What if it was the nigga that Dre signed instead of me?
Would I be starvin' or studyin' in Harvard?
Or would I be a dog of another fuckin' pedigree?
Take away me, take away the su-woo
Take away the Gang Starr 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 Kobe rings, nigga, who the fuck is you?
Not the nigga with five bitches sittin' in the coupe

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Five
Got Jacksons in my pocket and I'm feelin' like a Jackson
Five
I'm ballin', yeah, I'm ballin', got me feelin' like I'm in the Fab 5
For as long as I live, I will rep the five
Like MJ in game five, oh-woah