| I'm about to be a millionaire | |
| Money on the street, like doves | |
| Hustlin my lyrics like drugs, i find it bug | |
| Muthafuckas always gotta lock the safe, but they don't do jay | |
| But anyway, it's another day, another dollar to earn, more weed to burn | |
| I learn, muthafuckas are jealous | |
| Listenin to what they tell us, but don't matter what fellas | |
| I figure this, niggas want buck to get nigga-rice | |
| Bigger miss, while i'm kickin this | |
| You miss, i can put you on the list, in the studio to make hits | |
| Cuz all it takes is a whip, for you to flip | |
| Jock what i got, clock what i got | |
| But you don't got what i got, watch the block | |
| Listenin to grill chill, make you feel like you wanna get in my shit | |
| Sip my dick, do it straw what for, while you war wit war | |
| War only make money for niggas who think, dummy | |
| You got your window wide open like it's sunny outside | |
| Sleep nigga, boom bye bye | |
| [chorus: top dog big kahuna] | |
| Boom bye bye to a sound bwoy in | |
| The shot ti fly now that sound bwoy lie dead | |
| Two shots dead to dem chin, enemy or friend | |
| Fake the funk, i put the junk to a muthafuckin end | |
| [buckshot] | |
| Listen to, me and you | |
| Won on won like tek-n-steele, fuck ya whole crew | |
| Forty millimeter shells in the heater well | |
| Look like ya niggas gotta be the first to bail | |
| Just because ya niggas from jail, just came home | |
| To flip, back up in the jail cell, to sit | |
| And roam, now i got a kite from my little nigga cappone | |
| Tellin me the jail wars on, i know, i was listenin to po-po | |
| Tell 'em niggas it was on a long time ago | |
| Gather up the firearms to bomb, ring the alarm | |
| Cuz shit get slippery and sweaty palms, so i gotta remain calm | |
| Gather up my thoughts so i don't go wrong | |
| Plan to move too smooth, you think you got me | |
| Weak tar in copy, fake villain, who the fuck you killin? | |
| I'm willin, to bet, you think you in it, but your street is still a vet | |
| Slapped and tried, boom bye bye | |
| [chorus] | |
| [buckshot] | |
| Although when i come, i come abstract | |
| Most people get it whenever they play it back | |
| Black or book you read, or a hook you said | |
| Bd get stuck up in ya head, say it in the bed | |
| Bd, bd, bd, up in ya zone, bd, bd, bd, breakin ya bones | |
| But, no matter what, i never break into ya home | |
| Cuz your house is not a home, if you don't got chrome | |
| Now, you follow me and you don't ask how | |
| Well, as a leader, i'mma make you play the background | |
| Mercenary, but i'm merciless and when i bust, i bust to hit | |
| Will lie in the mist, and you hear it twist, of somebody cap | |
| Steady bustin in the front, and got hit in the back | |
| Thought it couldn't happen, just cuz you was strappin | |
| Bullets hit the wind, and descend to detonate, target chest plate | |
| Blow up the earthquake, can't wait to demonstrate | |
| The force of the one two roll wit i | |
| Sleep thought you slept, boom bye bye | |
| [chorus 2x] |
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