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much?"
 [Toll Booth Willie:] "The state charges a dollar twenty-five, pop."
 [M2:] "That's fine. Now should I give you the money, 
 or should I shove
my money is spent
And still haven't paid the rent
I need a raise, but now I need a place to stay
I need a bank account that I can count on
With
me
Now where's my God damn trophy

(Award host)
"And the winner is Randy Travis
And Guns and...hey what the?"
(Willie D)
"GET the fuck outta the way
"This rule is so underrated.."
"Actin as if it can't happen, you're frontin" 
"Ain't no other kings in this rap thing.." 
"Biggie, a motherfuckin rap
Free from paying them bills
Free to come and go when ya feel
Most of all, free from them haters

Verse 1:
[Willie D]
So many problems that exist in my
[ chorus: scarface ]
I live my life for the moment, fuck tomorrow
Still kill, beg, borrow

Money is power
Rocks is powder
Glock in trousers
Block is
the syringe still stuck in her arm
Dying a slow death, oh, she losing her dear mind
From the troubles of the world, feeling cursed by mankind
Uh, caught up
"This rule is so underrated.."
"Actin as if it can't happen, you're frontin" 
"Ain't no other kings in this rap thing.." 
"Biggie, a motherfuckin rap
As the wine goes to your head
Swollen angels point and laugh
"This time your god is dead"

On the waterfront the rain
Is pouring in my heart
Here
bam I come unseen
But like gasoline you can tell I'm in the tank
Like money in the bank
I smell appealing, but I'm toxic, can send ya reeling
bam I come unseen
But like gasoline you can tell I'm in the tank
Like money in the bank
I smell appealing, but I'm toxic, can send ya reeling
won't I get through
If there's a God I think He's got to bottle up and go
If there's still a God in heaven He's got to hit that lonesome road

No more
I knew it would
We gon' keep on makin money cause this honey is good

I need a down ass chick, that'll roll wit the clique
For the dope sale, bank
ain't stoppin me dawg 
Only time you left ya hood is on Monopoly boards 
You grimey as birds shittin on the top of ya fords 
You will, die by the gun
honey-sticking wild golden child
Dwelling in the Rotten Apple, you get tackled
Or caught by the devil's lasso, shit is a hassle
There's no days, for broke days we
and still fucking
It's either 'cause they boyfriends a scrub like Brillo
'Cause Banks is cooler than the other side of the pillow
The chronic is blown
For my
a year ago
But Willie D told me to let a hoe be a hoe, so
I couldn't stop you from gettin' ganked
Now let's play big-bank-take-little-bank
Tried to dis
feel like getting paper is my destiny
'Til I rest in peace, getting money recipe
Throw my mic is what you want, bitch just leave the rest to me
Ain't no
do it for the hood
I do it cause you're gay
You suckers wish you could Ricky Ross I'm in the bank

[Plies]
Hey feds,
Heard your bringing my name
charges left to me by a dead sailor from Bury being wired up under every window sill in close proximity to my ears. When friends ring and are inconvenient
still stuck in her arm
Dying a slow death, oh, she losing her dear mind
From the troubles of the world, feeling cursed by mankind
Uh, caught up in
the syringe still stuck in her arm
Dying a slow death, oh, she losing her dear mind
From the troubles of the world, feeling cursed by mankind
Uh, caught up
I got home this morning
With the sun right in my eyes
And there was no warning
Yes, it took me by surprise
As it hit me like an act of God
it's mine
Whose world is this?

To my man Ill Will, God bless your life (It's yours!)
To my peoples throughout Queens, God bless your life
I trip,
it's mine
Whose world is this?

To my man Ill Will, God bless your life (It's yours!)
To my peoples throughout Queens, God bless your life
I trip,