| 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 |
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