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| Broke Willies
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To all you rappers out there
With money and fame
Rock you in a farm-car
Anything brand name
Broke Willies with no money
Keep runnin ya game
Cant forget all our thugs thats locked in chains
[Fredro Starr]
We aint have shit growin up, now we blowin up
Hundred Gs 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
[X - 1, (Fredro Starr)]
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 Gs (Damn son, it betta be real) We holy your deals, its 70 mills
(Eaten mills of Beverly pills) Now watch how to bubble these mills
[Chorus] (2x)
[Sticky Fingaz, (Sonsee)]
I grew up in the PJs 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,
Im not worried about no price, I wear the same clothes TWICE!
Fuck da POLICE!
(Its hydro stuff Ls, six plus sells%7F
Stones heavy on the scales themselves, EXCEL!
Straight Gs, moneys and propories
Black F-G 15s, 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
Whos Benz I hit two twins in a blue Vince
(And were in destroy deals, a house flow for reals)
Cause like colour crimes, nigga dolla dolla sign!
[Chorus]
[Fredro Starr, X-1, Sonsee, Sticky Fingaz]
Yo, weve 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!
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 strippers dancin in the mansion
Word up, thats how we operate (UNCUT RAW)
Da players copping, fake cokies stepped on TWICE!
Put your money on the street niggaz under the light
And hold your money tight
Kids to die (RAZE EM UP) And roll em twice
Egal rich niggaz ass better so trife
Well gamble mo of yo life, too I couldnt 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
Nigga laid up, bills paid up
Shit 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 Gs where we countin
A hundred Gs is show, here were out kid (Word, word up)
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