Uhh, I falls through in a Hummer, Murphy, the Don, Lizzie, Keyuan With the best thunder than Sean John, you don't want none Partner, I got a rep for leavin heads swollen up On top of all that, I got the rap sewed up Hold up, with the budda thumpin' niggaz quota And just the teach a lesson, I put one in ya shoulder I told ya, 'Tics live for the street life Eat right, fuck good, and refer thru the pipe And give me head all night And if its some beef, I pumpin' lead on sight Until they deceased I took ya head off right I live in the Beast Nigga, where the feds, play sheist I still floss ice, keep it tight E-very time, call me the Black Liberace when I'm playing mine Thats how I flo, I gotta get mine, partna, any way it go Whether it be rapping or with the 4-4 Let's make a Million Keep it real for Triple-0 Eyes low, from plenty Henny and Hydro Fuck a bitch and some Clothes I gotta get rich, go platinum and do shows And get the Dough Let's make a Million Keep it real for Triple-0 Eyes low, from plenty Henny and Hydro Fuck a bitch and some Clothes I gotta get rich, go platinum and do shows And get the Dough My nigga, I can make a million blind-folded, with no shows Using no flows, just Arm 'n' Hammer and four O's Gimme low-do's and a connect, that Neva closed And watch me lock it down from North County to BenRos Fuck some Mo-Mo's, gimme hundred spokes, all chrome On the Navigata equipped to click and log on I leave that before its gone 'Fore they even bring it home Matta fact, I'll tell you whats in the back, its all gone Two holes in the roof, to let the sun come in Match it leather car seat, in case my son get in I spare one off in the back in case he bring his friend Playstation just in case a nigga think he can win Let's make a Million Keep it real for Triple-0 Eyes low, from plenty Henny and Hydro Fuck a bitch and some Clothes I gotta get rich, go platinum and do shows And get the Dough Let's make a Million Keep it real for Triple-0 Eyes low, from plenty Henny and Hydro Fuck a bitch and some Clothes I gotta get rich, go platinum and do shows And get the Dough I gotta make a million Gotta get myself a million Gonna turn that into a billion If not, then I just won't die I say now, tho yo wrappers off in tha air But only if the ice on your wrist cause glares I gettin' stares from dime bitches, is he alone? Where's his Mrs., 1-2-3-4-5 bottles of Cris's On the table, arms the strong ripp off the Label No more shows for free, I'm pay-per-view like cable They all screamin' my name, different shades and race Take them all backstage and let 'em plead they case Make a million like Jigga, standin' in one place Sound scan like Thrilla with out changing my face They threw a weak plan B, says who? Says Mase Then whats plan A, 'cause plan B about papes Let's make a Million Keep it real for Triple-0 Eyes low, from plenty Henny and Hydro Fuck a bitch and some Clothes I gotta get rich, go platinum and do shows And get the Dough Let's make a Million Keep it real for Triple-0 Eyes low, from plenty Henny and Hydro Fuck a bitch and some Clothes I gotta get rich, go platinum and do shows And get the Dough I gotta make a million Gotta get myself a million Gonna turn that into a billion If not, then I just won't die All my Midwest niggaz tryin' to make a meal Tho Dem Wrappas (And the Dough-O) All my dirty south niggaz tryin' to make a meal Tho Dem Wrappas (And the Dough-O) All my west coast niggaz tryin' to make a meal Tho Dem Wrappas (And the Dough-O) All my east coast niggaz tryin' to make a meal Tho Dem Wrappas (And the Dough-O) © UNIVERSAL MUSIC CORP.; D2 PRO PUBLISHING; JAY E'S BASEMENT; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com