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Chorus
To all you rappers out there
With money and fame
Rock you in a farm-car
Anything brand name
Broke wills with no money
Keep runnin' ya game
Can't forget all our thugs that's locked in chains
Fredro Starr
We ain't have s**t 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, s**t is liquid, my wife trippin'
My whole clique, I s**t 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 s**ttin', tricks trickin', rollie with da inscription
Watch a rich nigg* clickin'
(From New York to L.A.) same s**t, 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 (d*mn 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
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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!
fk 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 b*tch 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, nigg* dolla' dolla' sign!
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Fredro Starr, X-1, Sonsee, Sticky Fingaz
Yo, we've went from rags to riches and get pitches
With mad girls, Yo, you can get a autograph
Or one shot, from the semi-auto pass
Rap 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 under the light
And hold your money tight
Kids to die (RAZE 'EM UP) And roll 'em twice
Egal rich as* 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
nigg* laid up, bills paid up
s**t 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)