Intro:az the visualiza | |
Y'know, personally, i'm for the paper | |
As long as we all see doe | |
(yo yo, big boys play for large sums) yeah, uhuh | |
(even bitches got their shit tight) ha ha ha | |
Aight (if you're wit us throw your guns up, what the fuck? | |
Form a philly, cock your shit back and bust | |
Verse one: half-a-mil | |
You acquired the knowledge, my brainwaves cause riots in college | |
Science scholar in this world of violence and dollars | |
Firm rappin god from the projects | |
It ain't hard, from medicate cars to platinum cars, my click is that large | |
To get they dick licked and back massaged by rich chicks | |
Who rock versace bras in the drop, watchin the stars | |
Yo, the conquest is ours, mission accomplished, shittin on congress | |
Benz whipped with the 6, on this | |
8 trillion tonnes, when i appear reptilians run | |
>from affilions, willions ??? ??? | |
Like indians, your style's a dream, we pop cristal and drive bentley's in | |
The same streets you can't get a penny in | |
All my real shootout niggas hear me when | |
Half-a-mil shoot out with bohemians, calicos spittin in | |
Niggas splittin in the same position they sittin in | |
What sentencin? we got too much benjamins | |
We even got triple six i-e-m plastic currency with ??? | |
Images *?of quentin?* in, my niggas lay back | |
We use to pump a g, now we pump 100-k packs | |
Guns aimed at, destroy your whole world like *?k-mat?* | |
What part of the game's that? the curse, my hot verse is flame rap | |
Players got the game trapped, i be the king mack | |
All my bitches mine til they bring crack..... | |
Chorus: az | |
Yo yo, big boys play for large sums | |
Stack up, strategise, watch the cons come | |
It's all a game, even bitches got their shit tight | |
On the scene, 18, suckin dick right, and sip right | |
If you're wit us throw your guns up, what the fuck? | |
Form a philly, cock your shit back and bust | |
Verse two: az (aka sosa) | |
What? from ny to new orleans, we all fiends | |
Court scenes, flashbacks to kidnaps and fought cream | |
Guns bussin, stash house out in flushing | |
Corruption, killer men-tal is foul adjustin | |
Cold nights, handled the streets my whole life | |
Back off ???? kikes, focus for niggas who lost sight | |
Travel thought wise, beyond light years, way across skies | |
Short-i's, so many makin livin off lies | |
Anti up, hopin my new shorty don't stand me up | |
It had me stuck, after this session, i plan to fuck | |
Hot pursuit, a real splittin image of pop duke | |
Block lasoo's, paper player part of my roots | |
So what'cha grow, shelley? i lit his game so sincerely | |
Really, most rap cats couldn't come near me | |
So it's either or peter pay paul, you and yours | |
Fools are frost, regulate life thru rules and laws..... | |
Chorus | |
Verse three: half-a-mil | |
Firm official, 8-50 i, burnin pistol | |
Black magnum p-i, mack v-i, willie hat | |
Half beehive, wise guy, '95 i | |
Look in my eye, praisin allah, project aimin rod | |
Greatest star agbar, pushin a hot car | |
Shark bar, private engagement, live entertainment | |
I grab mics and i explain it | |
How i went from the brawns to the brainless | |
To the minds of the wise and the famous | |
Nigga's wives admire the guy's arrangers | |
Kick off their wedding rings to give head to the king | |
It's just a cheddar thing, amaretta, armani leather thing | |
We in to better things like wettin the brains | |
Jumpin outta stretches and minks, crime connected with link | |
Up in the club buyin drinks, bitches eyein the spinks | |
Hustler haters hate us, my guns say "fuck what they think" | |
Once i copped a hummer this summer with a buttoned-up mink | |
Chorus | |
Outro: az the visualiza | |
Bitches got their shit tight | |
If you're wit us throw your guns up, what the fuck? | |
Form a philly, cock your shit back and bust |
Intro: az the visualiza | |
Y' know, personally, i' m for the paper | |
As long as we all see doe | |
yo yo, big boys play for large sums yeah, uhuh | |
even bitches got their shit tight ha ha ha | |
Aight if you' re wit us throw your guns up, what the fuck? | |
Form a philly, cock your shit back and bust | |
Verse one: halfamil | |
You acquired the knowledge, my brainwaves cause riots in college | |
Science scholar in this world of violence and dollars | |
Firm rappin god from the projects | |
It ain' t hard, from medicate cars to platinum cars, my click is that large | |
To get they dick licked and back massaged by rich chicks | |
Who rock versace bras in the drop, watchin the stars | |
Yo, the conquest is ours, mission accomplished, shittin on congress | |
Benz whipped with the 6, on this | |
8 trillion tonnes, when i appear reptilians run | |
from affilions, willions ??? ??? | |
Like indians, your style' s a dream, we pop cristal and drive bentley' s in | |
The same streets you can' t get a penny in | |
All my real shootout niggas hear me when | |
Halfamil shoot out with bohemians, calicos spittin in | |
Niggas splittin in the same position they sittin in | |
What sentencin? we got too much benjamins | |
We even got triple six iem plastic currency with ??? | |
Images ? of quentin? in, my niggas lay back | |
We use to pump a g, now we pump 100k packs | |
Guns aimed at, destroy your whole world like ? kmat? | |
What part of the game' s that? the curse, my hot verse is flame rap | |
Players got the game trapped, i be the king mack | |
All my bitches mine til they bring crack..... | |
Chorus: az | |
Yo yo, big boys play for large sums | |
Stack up, strategise, watch the cons come | |
It' s all a game, even bitches got their shit tight | |
On the scene, 18, suckin dick right, and sip right | |
If you' re wit us throw your guns up, what the fuck? | |
Form a philly, cock your shit back and bust | |
Verse two: az aka sosa | |
What? from ny to new orleans, we all fiends | |
Court scenes, flashbacks to kidnaps and fought cream | |
Guns bussin, stash house out in flushing | |
Corruption, killer mental is foul adjustin | |
Cold nights, handled the streets my whole life | |
Back off ???? kikes, focus for niggas who lost sight | |
Travel thought wise, beyond light years, way across skies | |
Shorti' s, so many makin livin off lies | |
Anti up, hopin my new shorty don' t stand me up | |
It had me stuck, after this session, i plan to fuck | |
Hot pursuit, a real splittin image of pop duke | |
Block lasoo' s, paper player part of my roots | |
So what' cha grow, shelley? i lit his game so sincerely | |
Really, most rap cats couldn' t come near me | |
So it' s either or peter pay paul, you and yours | |
Fools are frost, regulate life thru rules and laws..... | |
Chorus | |
Verse three: halfamil | |
Firm official, 850 i, burnin pistol | |
Black magnum pi, mack vi, willie hat | |
Half beehive, wise guy, ' 95 i | |
Look in my eye, praisin allah, project aimin rod | |
Greatest star agbar, pushin a hot car | |
Shark bar, private engagement, live entertainment | |
I grab mics and i explain it | |
How i went from the brawns to the brainless | |
To the minds of the wise and the famous | |
Nigga' s wives admire the guy' s arrangers | |
Kick off their wedding rings to give head to the king | |
It' s just a cheddar thing, amaretta, armani leather thing | |
We in to better things like wettin the brains | |
Jumpin outta stretches and minks, crime connected with link | |
Up in the club buyin drinks, bitches eyein the spinks | |
Hustler haters hate us, my guns say " fuck what they think" | |
Once i copped a hummer this summer with a buttonedup mink | |
Chorus | |
Outro: az the visualiza | |
Bitches got their shit tight | |
If you' re wit us throw your guns up, what the fuck? | |
Form a philly, cock your shit back and bust |
Intro: az the visualiza | |
Y' know, personally, i' m for the paper | |
As long as we all see doe | |
yo yo, big boys play for large sums yeah, uhuh | |
even bitches got their shit tight ha ha ha | |
Aight if you' re wit us throw your guns up, what the fuck? | |
Form a philly, cock your shit back and bust | |
Verse one: halfamil | |
You acquired the knowledge, my brainwaves cause riots in college | |
Science scholar in this world of violence and dollars | |
Firm rappin god from the projects | |
It ain' t hard, from medicate cars to platinum cars, my click is that large | |
To get they dick licked and back massaged by rich chicks | |
Who rock versace bras in the drop, watchin the stars | |
Yo, the conquest is ours, mission accomplished, shittin on congress | |
Benz whipped with the 6, on this | |
8 trillion tonnes, when i appear reptilians run | |
from affilions, willions ??? ??? | |
Like indians, your style' s a dream, we pop cristal and drive bentley' s in | |
The same streets you can' t get a penny in | |
All my real shootout niggas hear me when | |
Halfamil shoot out with bohemians, calicos spittin in | |
Niggas splittin in the same position they sittin in | |
What sentencin? we got too much benjamins | |
We even got triple six iem plastic currency with ??? | |
Images ? of quentin? in, my niggas lay back | |
We use to pump a g, now we pump 100k packs | |
Guns aimed at, destroy your whole world like ? kmat? | |
What part of the game' s that? the curse, my hot verse is flame rap | |
Players got the game trapped, i be the king mack | |
All my bitches mine til they bring crack..... | |
Chorus: az | |
Yo yo, big boys play for large sums | |
Stack up, strategise, watch the cons come | |
It' s all a game, even bitches got their shit tight | |
On the scene, 18, suckin dick right, and sip right | |
If you' re wit us throw your guns up, what the fuck? | |
Form a philly, cock your shit back and bust | |
Verse two: az aka sosa | |
What? from ny to new orleans, we all fiends | |
Court scenes, flashbacks to kidnaps and fought cream | |
Guns bussin, stash house out in flushing | |
Corruption, killer mental is foul adjustin | |
Cold nights, handled the streets my whole life | |
Back off ???? kikes, focus for niggas who lost sight | |
Travel thought wise, beyond light years, way across skies | |
Shorti' s, so many makin livin off lies | |
Anti up, hopin my new shorty don' t stand me up | |
It had me stuck, after this session, i plan to fuck | |
Hot pursuit, a real splittin image of pop duke | |
Block lasoo' s, paper player part of my roots | |
So what' cha grow, shelley? i lit his game so sincerely | |
Really, most rap cats couldn' t come near me | |
So it' s either or peter pay paul, you and yours | |
Fools are frost, regulate life thru rules and laws..... | |
Chorus | |
Verse three: halfamil | |
Firm official, 850 i, burnin pistol | |
Black magnum pi, mack vi, willie hat | |
Half beehive, wise guy, ' 95 i | |
Look in my eye, praisin allah, project aimin rod | |
Greatest star agbar, pushin a hot car | |
Shark bar, private engagement, live entertainment | |
I grab mics and i explain it | |
How i went from the brawns to the brainless | |
To the minds of the wise and the famous | |
Nigga' s wives admire the guy' s arrangers | |
Kick off their wedding rings to give head to the king | |
It' s just a cheddar thing, amaretta, armani leather thing | |
We in to better things like wettin the brains | |
Jumpin outta stretches and minks, crime connected with link | |
Up in the club buyin drinks, bitches eyein the spinks | |
Hustler haters hate us, my guns say " fuck what they think" | |
Once i copped a hummer this summer with a buttonedup mink | |
Chorus | |
Outro: az the visualiza | |
Bitches got their shit tight | |
If you' re wit us throw your guns up, what the fuck? | |
Form a philly, cock your shit back and bust |