To all you rappers out there Broke Willies with no money Can't forget all our thugs that's locked in chains
We ain't have shit 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, shit is liquid, my wife trippin' My whole clique, I shit da wippin' last switchin'
Benz to Benz skippin', supastar hittin' Your whole world is ice rippin', you like sniffin' Ya like shittin', tricks trickin', rollie with da inscription Watch a rich nigga clickin' (From New York to L.A.) same shit, 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 (Damn 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
[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 I'm not worried about no price, I wear the same clothes TWICE! (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 bitch 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, nigga dolla' dolla' sign!
[Fredro Starr, X-1, Sonsee, Sticky Fingaz]
Yo, we've went from rags to riches and get pitches With mad bitches, Yo, you can get a autograph Or one shot, from the semi-auto pass Rap niggaz flippin' more then halfs Livin' it up, takin' all the cash, GIVIN' IT UP!