To all you rappers out there With money and fame Rock you in a farm-car Anything brand name Broke Willies with no money Keep runnin' ya game Can't forget all our thugs that's locked in chains
[Fredro Starr]
We ain't have shit growin' up, now we blowin' up Hundred G's is show, price low enough Ghetto struck, layin' in da cut, with the metal mack 11 WHAT?! No cup, sippin' on my reddle 7-up The wet life, shit is liquid, my wife trippin' My whole clique, I shit da wippin' last switchin'
[X - 1, (Fredro Starr)]
Benz to Benz skippin', supastar hittin' Your whole world is ice rippin', you like sniffin' Ya like shittin', tricks trickin', rollie with da inscription Watch a rich nigga clickin' (From New York to L.A.) same shit, different day, mad cash to play (When I walk my chains swing) I drew swing heavenly ill (From Beverly Hills) I pay 20 G's (Damn son, it betta be real) We holy your deals, it's 70 mills (Eaten mills of Beverly pills) Now watch how to bubble these mills
[Chorus] (2x)
[Sticky Fingaz, (Sonsee)]
I grew up in the PJ's and wore the same gear for 3 days Sit to get a blunk out I wanna blew a mill in the month From a low life, the one I go shopping, I'm not worried about no price, I wear the same clothes TWICE! Fuck da POLICE! (It's hydro stuff L's, six plus sells� Stones heavy on the scales themselves, EXCEL! Straight G's, moneys and propories Black F-G 15's, weighin' trees and O.C.'s) We O.G.'s always O.T.-ing on a low-key Spit more game than Goldie, ya bitch choose me (Suppose WE most-LY, do 'em slow-LY We play 'em close-LY, stayed on city cakes, they get erase them!) A sucker for a pretty face, with a twenty ways Who's Benz I hit two twins in a blue Vince (And we're in destroy deals, a house flow for reals) Cause like colour crimes, nigga dolla' dolla' sign!
[Chorus]
[Fredro Starr, X-1, Sonsee, Sticky Fingaz]
Yo, we've went from rags to riches and get pitches With mad bitches, Yo, you can get a autograph Or one shot, from the semi-auto pass Rap niggaz flippin' more then halfs Livin' it up, takin' all the cash, GIVIN' IT UP! We set it up, on a low til it up In the black quest, pass sex to the extress From out the blackness, straight on the boulevard Lookin' for somethin' to get my hands in A stripper's dancin' in the mansion Word up, that's how we operate (UNCUT RAW) Da players copping, fake cokies stepped on TWICE! Put your money on the street niggaz under the light And hold your money tight Kids to die (RAZE 'EM UP) And roll 'em twice Egal rich niggaz ass better so trife Well gamble mo' of yo' life, too I couldn't see well Flip my P-12, Rover key to da e-mail Wish a hundred tell, G-bell, I walk the hog, I beat jail Yo, gotta each 12, kick back, relax, word up Nigga laid up, bills paid up Shit is all sunny when he pulled up in a 4-20 We throw these cats on the sideline, lookin' all funny Gettin' no money, cause they every day clownin' We play around with thousands, a hundred G's where we countin' A hundred G's is show, here we're out kid (Word, word up)
[Chorus] (2x)
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