Lyrics:
untamed by the children in this game
Tre, go grab them things, we gon' get paid, man
Joe Casey know a n**** wan' buy some things
I start in the hood, I
reflect juveniles tried as adults.
(Yung CJ)
So let’s stand together
VERSE 1
(Marko Stat$)
We’re born to be kings! Black kings in the future let
than two years now
Juvenile nigga done strugglin, hustlin, strugglin like I want it
Then fuck school, right now I'm hungry, and I can't eat that damn
thing to understand
Why'all know what it is and Petey is just what I am
Spit what I spit cause I don't give a damn
Spin like just like why'all spin
coming by me
I see the sunbeam spark your eyes
I see the sky for you to dive
Because you’re million things
You can have million things
Can you feel
That thing, that thing, that thing
That thing, that thing, that thing (one thing, one thing)
(Yo, yo)
The second verse is dedicated to the men (men)
All the way up
I put my heart in this shit dawg
Yeah
Yeah
Leave me on the road, leave me there
Leave me on the road uh
A million for a show, look
of Al Capone
Gun POW to the dome
And split the bone, wig blown off the ledge
By the alledged, full-fledged, sledge RZA edge
One dose of my feroc(ious)
And every nigga wanna be by your side oh
They tell you many things but na lie
They just wanna knack oh
Me I got your back oh
What you don't like I will
you’re tethered to the grind
Measured by the credit you rely
Depending on the roll of the die
A million pieces
A million wars
A million dry bones
around no more she don't even know how much I hit this bong
But she wrong cus i got more bars than juvenile detention lock me up
I'll still go far ain't no
the floors, by the elevator doors
That's the last thing that I saw
Damn, we plan to make grands of our home
(Number two)
Jagged edge, rockin' God, hard
I put it in my mind I can make a million dollars if I grind, bankroll time!
Bank roll after bank roll
Big Money
I like it
Bank roll after bank
Yes rasta
Di I a deh yah a give a thanks yuh nuh
Bloodclaat
Inna di ghetto man grow weh poverty leggo
Big man u affi watch how u a stray deh suh
Stopped
'Ball & G Comin' Out Hard was nowhere near a flop
Wu-Tang 36 Chambers Juvenile 400 Degreez
Gotta say that Poison Clan Poisonous Mentality yes I
detox fuck up farm crops
Yo beautiful, cut the cabbage and sell it as pharmaceuticals
I react, the baddest juvenile bite off his cuticles
I'm stoned,
little things of me
You call me crazy yet won't run from me
That is what I mean by keep in line with me
Just keep me in line girl
I'm in a twine
You've
me the Incredible Man
I'ma shit it sick like, yeah
And there is one thing to understand
Y'all know what it is and Petey is the one I am
Spit what I
Yeah
Y'all sleeping on me like I'm singing lullabies
I could write a million lines but you'll never really know what's going on in my life
A bunch
night stand
Formula music, girly guile
Genuine junk food for juveniles
Up and down the dial
Mercenary style
I watched the stars chuck down their
I had to do my thing yah
I feel reala when I’m off a pilla
I’d be even better if I had a couple million
Had this crazy feeling, knew i had to get it
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreamin' (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
a million choice mi still pick yu (Verse 1) With a million choice mi still pick yu you eva deh ya by mi side when things get rough Yu never get up n cut
But I'm a fool untamed by the children in this game
Tre, go grab them things, we gon' get paid, man
Joe Casey know a nigga wan' buy some things
I
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