Lyrics:
gangstas who on my line that'll blow out your mind
Tell me it's real
Tell me this is real, baby
How does it feel?
How does it feel?
Vici Liberace, I'm rich
better grind
Six or threes n***as are bad
For the money is my hobby
Now am playing with the cash
We think rich, grow rich
Big drip, flourish
Think rich
baby
Throw the ceiling back and I just
Blow the sky a kiss
Full of smoke, said if they want it
Niggas know what time it is
Big face Rollie match my
set and done i'mma free my mind
And one day you go see that we gone blow
If only I hold on tight
Keep on pushing i'mma be all right
When it's set
get rich
Can't fall for no hoe
Trust no bitch
I'm just trynna get rich
You don't know me
No he ain't the homie
Slide through by my lonely
Big hits like
By way to Overtown and look at this city
Open to Grove and the South Miami
Wedwood Highlear, look Eddie, look 'Bana
Some many ice P-Rhymes rich
youngin' let that chop blow
Ayy, my brother let that stick blow (stick blow), nigga know that's my smoke (my smoke)
He called me a bitch, that's India,
I'm getting by with my wicked ways
I'm loading up and I'm taking names
I wanna dig my way to hell
I wanna dig my way to hell
I'm getting by
to blow
Lastly you see:
Me, be three by three
Firing these things called TNT
Fire these things called TNT
These things called TNT
They call me TNT
Get the Neville's money and blow doja with my stash on rich
And get my dick licked by the baddest bitch
Fade ya, real boy major with tough shit they
broads or these hoes
So don't was time shit non refundable
She wants to blow my mind but I got money to blow yeah
I woke up like I got to get it
When no
Ozone depleted, mind's gone Catch me driftin', ridin' by
Fuck the one time, sky high Weeded from the medical
Seein' what's ahead of you Like it's
me, I damn near lost my mind
I gave 'em trust when I saw hate in front my eyes
God, tell me if it's love, got me blind
Or tell me if it be this
all hysterical by now. PILATE notices BRIAN escaping.)
PILATE
You cwowd of cwacking-up cweeps. Seize him! Blow your noses and seize
him! Oh my bum.
Ride out, big smoke
Re-up, big dope
Gs up, hoes blow
Freeze up, eyes closed
Ride out, big smoke
Re-up, big dope
Gs up, hoes blow
Freeze up,
crack
By seventeen
Eighteenth street where I played that
Nineteen - on the corner with
Twenty in they straps
Playing with my money like
Playing with my
on my ride
I'mma look at your mind (look at your mind)
On the concrete, cauliflower on the street
Make ya jelly jump
Ain't no need for this shit punk
To be the boss
Boy you staring at him
Bands swollen out my pants
Cant stand em up
Hannah Montana
Montana Ohhh
Rich and broke
Rich and broke
Rich and
Rich
To be the boss
Boy you staring at him
Bands swollen out my pants
Cant stand em up
Hannah Montana
Montana Ohhh
Rich and broke
Rich and broke
Rich and
Rich
But I'm down by law and I know my way around
Too much, too many people, too much (aha-ha)
Too much, too many people, too much, Raaah!
A castle
it's Ghost, no it's Ghost)
It's a Superman lover...
[Ghostface Killah]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Aiyo, I'm coming up the block, got my hands on the ratchet
and them shits ain't for show
I know I ain't rich or broke but I ain't trying to live how I lived before
Now I'm in a big body four by four
I mixed the drank
It's because I want attention when I'm ridin' by
And the girls be on my jock cos my system's fly
(Cars ride by with the boomin' systems)
(Cars ride
It's because I want attention when I'm ridin' by
And the girls be on my jock cos my system's fly
(Cars ride by with the boomin' systems)
(Cars ride
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