Lyrics:
Sort of like like the game show
"Who Wants to Be a Millionaire?"
But my name ain't Regis
Nas the one they call
When they want there thing beat up
Sort of like like the game show
"Who Wants to Be a Millionaire?"
But my name ain't Regis
Nas the one they call
When they want there thing beat up
his hopes high
With his chest out
All the drama left behind
Had a dream that he'd be livin' with the millionaires
And conversating about the way
probably have one NME
ABC's and 123's you know
Simple stuff like how I rap man you know
Consumers like board games they don't have a clue though
Me I'm just
Say Appa hot damn
How the man so fly
I been following by arrow
Every time I touch the sky
I be rizzing up the baddies
Every time I fly by
See my
fine
Young tender, would you be mine?"
I get you in my car, drive you to my house
Cuz I'm a mack, I cold turn you out
I wont ask, and I sure won't beg
to be a multi-millionaire.
Before I'm old enough to drink, now we can ride, bro. No lie, bro.
See, nobody be here beside us, so go ahead an fire it up.
a millionaires fantasy
With phantoms and Ferrari's in the driveway
But you see I came and exchanged of a sane man's sanity,
Your vision jaded by the Grammy's
to my cats
Wake up in the morning i grind thats word to my cats
Talk shit and its gtg i'm jumping in the Bentley gt g
Flinging on my own fucking cd b
I
funny how that TEC make a nigga get religious
Amen!
You rather be more famous than rich
Play your role, it's easy acting like Mitch
"Paid In Full"
take it slow
No I ain't gon' take too long
I'mma show you how to it goes
Take my hand and let's get gone.
And
Don't wanna be no halfway
Millionaire
Using senses
I'm ducking death by merely inches
I was in it
And trying to get out was the mission
Told broski just a minute
Crazy
We dodged them bullets
learned how to count up by the 100s fore my abc's
Shit been hot all week I peeping out the blinds
It is not about lyrics anymore
It's about a hot beat and a catchy hook
If we gotta dumb down our style and ABC it, then so be it
'Cause nowadays
Insanity, DVD, how I stretch 'em out
What the stress about? INS best out
Fact, you knew that before he left the house
Fresh at the produce section
Gaze at my
boat
But with God as my navigator I'll be staying afloat
And I admit to being caught by many foolish distractions
Then I'm forced to pay the price
alive
Toast glass, ill will, the label get high
Realize, how many classics I gave you
Perhaps if you think back you'll
Realize that I made you
Wanna be
vibes
None of that stress vibes
Fam I ain't dumb
Got to make ends meet tho still
Ill behaviour was the lick tho still
Trill das how a couple pay bills
xylophone
And that's the ABC's told by me, OfficialAws10
Word to your mother
Ah shit, some shit always going down
Watching from the shore, I ain't never had to drown
Just carried by the waves, I've always been around
Never
a planted seed
But he never sprout
Out the ground
Water falling down
From the water spout
Blocked it out
He ain't want the quench
Rather live in drought
Be
(what)
How us young black thugs made history
We be some tru niggas on the rise
And we gonna ball till we fall
Two shots to my dead niggas on the wall
ex-girl's dad is abusive
I felt "How could I be man and not do shit?"
I'm on the way there now, and I don't wanna lose it
But fightin' her battle's only
minute we ridin' round
Every bullet a hollow, that's 30 rounds
You know I make profit off every pound
He 'posed to be stackin' with me, but he tryna
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