titel[Chorus]To all you rappers out thereWith money and fameRock you in a farm-carAnything brand nameBroke Willies with no moneyKeep runnin' ya gameCan't forget all our thugs that's locked in chains[Fredro Starr]We ain't have shit growin' up, now we blowin' upHundred G's is show, price low enoughGhetto struck, layin' in da cut, with the metal mack 11WHAT?! No cup, sippin' on my reddle 7-upThe 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 inscriptionWatch 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[Chorus] (2x)[Sticky Fingaz, (Sonsee)]I grew up in the PJ's and wore the same gear for 3 daysSit to get a blunk out I wanna blew a mill in the monthFrom a low life, the one I go shopping,I'm not worried about no price, I wear the same clothes TWICE!Fuck da POLICE!(It's hydro stuff L's, six plus sellsStones heavy on the scales themselves, EXCEL!Straight G's, moneys and proporiesBlack F-G 15's, weighin' trees and O.C.'s)We O.G.'s always O.T.-ing on a low-keySpit more game than Goldie, ya bitch choose me(Suppose WE most-LY, do 'em slow-LYWe play 'em close-LY, stayed on city cakes, they get erase them!)A sucker for a pretty face, with a twenty waysWho'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![Chorus][Fredro Starr, X-1, Sonsee, Sticky Fingaz]Yo, we've went from rags to riches and get pitchesWith mad bitches, Yo, you can get a autographOr one shot, from the semi-auto passRap niggaz flippin' more then halfsLivin' it up, takin' all the cash, GIVIN' IT UP!We set it up, on a low til it upIn the black quest, pass sex to the extressFrom out the blackness, straight on the boulevardLookin' for somethin' to get my hands inA stripper's dancin' in the mansionWord up, that's how we operate (UNCUT RAW)Da players copping, fake cokies stepped on TWICE!Put your money on the street niggaz under the lightAnd hold your money tightKids to die (RAZE 'EM UP) And roll 'em twiceEgal rich niggaz ass better so trifeWell gamble mo' of yo' life, too I couldn't see wellFlip my P-12, Rover key to da e-mailWish a hundred tell, G-bell, I walk the hog, I beat jailYo, gotta each 12, kick back, relax, word upNigga laid up, bills paid upShit is all sunny when he pulled up in a 4-20We throw these cats on the sideline, lookin' all funnyGettin' 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)

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