Lyrics:
to Victory
It lead to victory
That equal wins and shit
But I was in that field all by my lonely
Gettin' it in and shit
I stacked some chips and now niggaz
By any means go hard for the bankroll in these streets
Bout that cash flow boy even when it ain't cold niggaz know I keep that heat
On my grind stay
on the grind for mine
Doin crime, doin time for these nickels and dimes
On a mission, takin from riches, shakin the snitches
Layin niggaz down when I handle my
of seconds we rich
Now it's all about kimo bricks, and fresh toxics to get is in the mix
It ain't hard to tell my clientele by makin mayor
But fuck the cops
die by a slug, the death of a true thug
Tell me will my niggaz mourn me? Gettin' blowed out
High, watch me murder the bird, before he testify
modern man
Body counts increase by thousands by the hour
The sniper on reserve blastin hots from the water tower
Absorbin' energy from the sun MC's run
My
Brace urself 4 the PiTCH
Me and my niggaz getting rich
Change up and switch
Not referring 2 moves like a ByTch
Fuk yo Christmas I'm the Grinch
If u
It's Woppy bitch
Playboi
I brought all my guns to the party
I stay with a uzi Playboi Carti
I came out the jungle the Safari
Smoking with my niggaz
Listen homes, everything glisten homes
Yeah my gun and my rims both sit on chrome
You move your weight in the car, I move weight by the carload
I dropped
it was sess Son niggaz would smoke this shit up
So wake the fuck up or get broke the fuck up
Yo yo yo we are street soldiers of the dark side
shooting guns fantasizing
fascinated by gold rope chains
looking back at my hood days
but things aint changed
[chorus]
[Millenium Thug]
In my hood niggaz
of seconds we rich
Now it's all about kimo bricks, and fresh toxics to get is in the mix
It ain't hard to tell my clientele by makin mayor
But fuck the cops
I done gave game on consignment niggaz ain’t run it back. How u claim the fruits of my labor and try to run wit that. I ain’t sold no coke but I
you need, yo clip empty?
R3:I got my designee wit one magazine plus a
bullet, that travels into ya.
R2:These niggaz is still comin,
disguised and surprise
You got a hole between your fuckin' eyes
Niggaz is grazed, catchin' strays from the blaze
Amazed by the ways I lays em down when
Now these doors don't open til after dark
And it ain't til twelve 'til the party really starts
(Yo me and my crew had to be in by ten
Right
and all my niggaz is Don Kings
Gettin' drunk, writin' rhymes by the pool in Palm Springs
'Cause ain't nuttin' changed but the size of the bottles, we still
dough, it over flow like paper bag tsunamis
I take shit, lumberjacks and Tommy's
Niggaz passing out bombs like Culpepper, so I pass behind 'em
My black
shit, lumberjacks and Tommy's
Niggaz passing out bombs like Culpepper, so I pass behind 'em
My black glove, black mask, requirements
Sent the order
Niggaz whom, wanna face the boom
Leavin snitches doom, its all on me, you bout 10 ki's
Say he seen my bankin
Ran my school, when I set my rules, didn't
Watch me!
Jigga-Man, ya heard? Boom boom boom
Brooklyn, ya heard? Boom boom booom
Compton!
Gotti Gotti ya heard? Yo,
C'mon!
You gotta, pop that
my lobby (fuck out my lobby)
Making music is one of my hobby's (one of my hobby's)
Rake this shit up, I feel like Yo Gotti (feel like Yo Gotti
niggaz was tradin clothes
Me and my niggaz was tradin hoes like what they fadin fo'
Carry my books you hoe, I had 'em slavin yo
I get skulled then I played
About to take over your area, yo
Left to right protect the life guard my castle
When goin at you take it to the gats if I have to
It's
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