Letra 41Fivin' de 415 original
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 posse The founder, the author of 'Niggas Just Jock Me' The DJ Daryl who cuts so sweet Fuck the bullshit, the man makes beats The Jigga, the gee, the J, the E, the D My road dog, the man Slick Money 415 complete, that's it A new year's resolution to make hits '89 my pen and paper were taxed But see in '90, my shit is comin on wax Money put together right, so we could use it Talent so damn tight, we make music Loc, a mic artist, straight sinister DJ Daryl on the cut, the Prime Minister The J the E the D, straight lethal But in the '90s he's goin legal Those who don't know will soon be realizin That the crew is just 41Fivin DJ Daryl cuts up > (Ain't) VERSE 2: Richie Rich > 415 is the code to the Eastside So if you're not strong, fold to the weak side Loc's got the ammo, I ride the tank Daryl does the cuttin and JED packs the bank All from the Oaktown, but different spots Don't catch a bullet, punk, it's way hot The stage belongs to the crew that's on it So think about the funk before you say that you want it Because we came to do a show and we do it legit And we packed along a posse just to kill up shit See, a joke is a joke, like pullin a plug You catch a hot one when you're fuckin with a thug We don't play that shit, we believe in survival But we'll cold catch a murder beef when we're 4