Lyrics:
figgaz
Check game you lil' young punks
World wide mob figgaz
All you niggas is jealous cats
What? what?
Uh, uh, now put them hands up
Rich niggas
figgaz
Check game you lil' young punks
World wide mob figgaz
All you niggas is jealous cats
What? what?
Uh, uh, now put them hands up
Rich niggas
time to go
I pray the Lord hold me (You can be touched)
I was born in the city that never sleeps
Schooled by the realest of the real niggas
That
time to go
I pray the Lord hold me (You can be touched)
I was born in the city that never sleeps
Schooled by the realest of the real n****s
That
Been taking care of myself like I should
Cause I don't think anyone can bring me down
Nothing in this world's gonna turn me around
[Big Punisher]
world, but what's the cause?
No wonder why these niggas be sounding lost
Rhyming is a memory
The assembly line rap niggas is designed by the enemy
Stop
it's cool but it's not
Niggas be tryin to plot on what ya got
If you rich you better leave it low
It's a dirty old world, nigga, if you didn't know
Don't
never run nigga
God as my witness, Imma be the one nigga
Shock the world, and let em watch my kingdom come nigga
Ten killers can't amount to this one
Money make the world go round [Repeat: x 3]
New York, money make the world go round
L.A., money make the world go round
Midwest, money make
no anonymous
Getting all my goals, on target, never miss
Bring it back, lemme tell 'em what I'm tryna do
I'm tryna make it real big, get the W
Show my
real rich, you're forever the only lil' bitch I'm with
Mm, I keep that 5.56, say the word, I split his wig (yeah)
Keep a big boy blick, my stick, the old
Fuck real G's, with big nuts who flip keys on highways
Player made niggas, man who flip hoes off Myspace
Luxury in driveways let your roof back nigga
cint got shit in the bank
Still he convince her to bang
Yeah the rich get richer
Big dicks get bigger
I'm fallin behind
It got me sippin liquor
Til I
niggas)
Big Felton, Chick, Petey, and Sarge (real niggas)
Yambo, Bar, Spank, and Will (real niggas)
some is here, some died in the field (real niggas)
of the U.S.
Where you got to be strapped like a semi
Get rich or
Or be ready to die
Where we're surrounded by crooked cop, drugs, and prostitution
Come
to
Inner cities the rich won't move to
The nice parts, they well-protected by a vanguard
The opposite of how these concentration camps are
Low-income
[Chorus: Jazze Pha]
Nothin' in the world make a nigga feel better
Than when you're suckin' my dick
(Lick it right there, suck it real good
lick it
not come in on Monday nights
You're in for a real treat, ladies and gentlemen
Give it to Mr. Hall
Rip out my soul from the depths of my flesh
Oooowwwweeeeeee
Drip You unsplash me
Heeeeeyyyyyyyyy
Real baller shit
Big Shot Riding roun
The city wit a big glock
Hopping out the Benz wit a big
Hustlers all around the world what's happnin
I'm from the city of the Queen
Where we all have big dreams
And we got to get out to make it happen
This is
I'm just being realistic
If I was rich, no one in my life would have to stress
Ya'll would get the world and nothing less
Yeah I said if I was rich, I
Wassup?
Hahaaa
Yeah! Yes! It's real talk, can I talk to y'all for a minute?
I was in the streets the other day, I had a homie come through and he
Fuck real G's, with big nuts who flip keys on highways
Player made niggas, man who flip hoes off Myspace
Luxury in driveways let your roof back nigga
forget I'm around
Cause its all about the present, it's a gift, it's the now
History was just another round
I just wanna do big bits and then get real rich
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