Lyrics:
feeeeel gooood!]
I've lived in a tent with all my shit inside a bindle boy
Rose up from the gutter, now I'm eating tenderloin
Pretending that I'm Fry
gone Ball regardless
Hotter than the sun
Got 34 shots in a gun
Call it Charles Barkley
And We might leave this b**** with a few mo bodies
Young n
One on one
Hard like tarot cards
Behold the one man million man march
Takes a nation
400 year violation
Apocalyptic no power in this happy hour
Watch me turn a million into four
Voilà, watch me turn Miami to the N.O
Uh huh, watch me turn the sand to some snow
Uh huh, and I'm phantom with
Guns'n'Roses dude
You might as well get bored
'Cause you goin downtown sonny, you're drunk
So whatchu tryin to tell me officer?
You tryin' to tell me that,
Guns'n'Roses dude
You might as well get bored
'Cause you goin downtown sonny, you're drunk
So whatchu tryin to tell me officer?
You tryin' to tell me that,
measurin'
They listen to the reverend as the
World spin and we sinnin'
All about the chicken that you bring in
Need it by the million
Learned the best lessons
Uh uh, uh huh
Clipse (Clipse) , Exclusive shit (Exclusive shit)
Yeah, whooo
Guns n' roses mafia proses
Briefcase money, hot cars, and hot clothes
amazed (amazed)
Condo by lane it's the mall in
Ain't no one nigga, we all win (we all win)
Beat up that pussy, get tall in (tall in)
Lambo so low gotta
ass nigga on them all
[Snoop]
Sure enough I keep my hand on my gun
Cause they got me on the run
Now I am back in the court room waitin'
the killers at
Niggas run with automatic weapons
All I really wanted was ah gun
I never gave ah fuck and drop never one in the bay and had away wid her
Yo, check this out
Once again, Smif-N-Wessun in the joint one time (yeah, yeah)
Puttin' you punks to this newness
In '94, you know what I
bitches and
My guns like Go-Run and Jawbone
I'm next in line the future of this rap shit
When I go
They'll be 100 shooters at my casket DAMN!
Ready to go
there's four million niggas tryin to eat at one time
It keeps the thugs gunnin' in the blood runnin'
And the judge frontin'
Enough to make nigga touch
there's four million niggas tryin to eat at one time
It keeps the thugs gunnin' in the blood runnin'
And the judge frontin'
Enough to make nigga touch
the back of the back
With a bad bitch and her ass got some lift
Even though I'm a multi-million dollar nigga
I'm still in the mix
Rose gold Sky Dweller
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
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
and guns
Breathe
Spray guns, life results with you often times
[Tech N9ne]
Just sprayed by the Tech N9ne hand gun
Now I'm on the outrun
Flowin up
and tell
I care about my health but these drugs do me well
I put a hundred million all into a wishing well
So one day I'm finna wake and bake and find it in
Hey Quan, where you at
Bring the money counter
Thug, your motherf***in hand hurt
Money done cut a n**** hand
Count too much
I'm sorry, we don't
Yo, check this out
Once again, Smif-N-Wessun in the joint one time (yeah, yeah)
Puttin' you punks to this newness
In '94, you know what I
can't fuck wit I
I make a million by June I'm sayin fuck July
N I beg you to try me while I'm holdin a tommie
Ima have you're body all ova the lobby
I
I just walked in the building
Look like a million, but I'm worth more than a million
I don't need no Ritalin, I'm focused on the millions
Disregard
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