Lyrics:
ease the guns in
Rumble with patrolmen, tear gas laced the function
Heads by the score take flight, incite a war
Chicks hit the floor, diehard fans
got unpaid debts, we've come to collect
We're gonna kill you with hatred, without any respect
We'll mock you and shock you and we'll put it in your
And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for
be dreaming how to make a million
Oh by next year oh by next year
You were ‘bout as subtle as a hurricane
Blew the doors clean off when you went away
Now Asians sayin' they don't keep no cash in they register (hurry up and buy)
We run from red and blue lights to get the green
But whoever got that
she gon' stick around if them 25 years occur?
You think he can hold you down when you down behind bars, hurt?
You think y'all on common ground if you
taste of freedom that was suddenly taken
Then junior year took a turn for the better
His license in hand, he went wherever
His heart desired, when he
silently stalks the country has taken as many lives in one year as in all of World War Two.
Millions of jobs have been lost. Hundreds of thousands
on Lucille, and started the singing blues
Well, now when I'm paying my dues,
Maybe you don't know what I mean when I say paying dues, I mean when things
of
a million years
Shoo
Shaw
Shirsh
Go on die salt light
You billion yeared
rock knocker
Gavroom
Seabird
Gabroobird
Sad as wife & hill
Loved
a million offa users.
Car and the money the same color of mucous,
Go get it his self they call 'em ghetto Frank Lucas.
Cocaine,
He got it by the boulder,
six cardinal colors:
Yellow, red, orange, green, blue, and purple
And there are 3, 000 shades
And if you take these 3, 000
Shades and divide them by 6
millions on the lay low
Platinum hailos, hero heads high from hydro
Hit the dime on the combo, she try to diss my rhyme flow
She ain't know we only
While I was living in my cold year
Living in my cold year
Fall by the wayside
Out from the inside
I, alls well ends well
All you ever were
Saved by your
And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for
a million offa users.
Car and the money the same color of mucous,
Go get it his self they call 'em ghetto Frank Lucas.
Cocaine,
He got it by the boulder,
picked up on Lucille, and
Started singing blues.
Well, now when I'm paying my dues, maybe you don't
Know what I mean when I say paying dues, I mean
acrylic canvas
Ain't selling well i'll just give them damn
Is that generous or a business scam
Dylan land, why don't I yet got a
Million fans, but one
(back in the day)
I'm still back in the days, but now the year is '87
'88 that's when my crew and I were in junior high
In 7th grade, I hated school
brung their cars for my pa to fix anyhow
Well he was veteran-proud tried and true
He'd fought 'til his heart was black and blue
And I don't know how
'bout mine, put it all on the unit ('Crete)
Movin' in silence, don't talk, rather do it
Countin' these racks, gettin' fly, rockin' Junior
Wannabe, yes,
and it ain't luck
If 20 years after his first single, his name's stuck
From '74 to '99, did novice to king, wit a million
MC's waitin in line
Keep a barrel
care
I'm a motherfuckin' Cash Money Millionaire
Yeah, Junior
It's Cash Money over everythang
It's in my blood, I feel it runnin' in every vein
I'm
care
I'm a motherfuckin' Cash Money Millionaire
Yeah, Junior
It's Cash Money over everythang
It's in my blood, I feel it runnin' in every vein
I'm
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