Lyrics:
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Lt Ja tell it, that's murder inc boy's, that's real killers
Money laundering, tax avaid and drug dealers
Backed by chemical grit, you can't be
the record it's Ren and for the street it's Villain
Dre the mothafuckin' doctor
Well for the record it's Ren and for the street it's Villain
Yella boy, why
The mothafuckin' cracka jack needs to step the fuck back ...
Do you want some of this?
Hell no ..
Dre the mothafuckin' doctor
Well for the record it's Ren
in 07'
Market over saturated with all the bootleggin'
When it seems better shorty ain't no tellin'
Well, call Lyor, give him this message
Then hit
'98, I was holding work
Now I'm only worth - over a mill, hell of a growth spurt
And you don't wanna talk, show money
You would think it was talk show
my dog off the rip
Talking brown bag, paper tag off the rip
Shawty came through, bent it over off the rip
Dope boy bag, popping tags off the rip
She's the whole wide world
San Antonio girl
Well, it was late by then
And we should have turned in
But she was hungry
And I was interested
In Mi
if your down come around check the super rhyme
We don't drop dimes
Come and have a funky time
Well it's the 718 and everything is straight
We live
like they can’t tell?
"Oi, Sickers, how you act like that?"
I got a flow that'll serve me well
Yeah, I said make that mill
Empty your pockets and you
sometimes you don't say goodbye once
You say goodbye over and over and over again
Over and over and over again
It was a month since he passed, maybe less
will give when you make a mill
I can make money by standin' still
Yeah you hate me because you're miserable
you were just jealous it's typical
your
the politicians all in prison, let's talk about it
All in prisoned by the politicians, let's talk about it
I got vision followed by some wisdom, let's talk about it
I am doing so well
Got the mindset if you cannot tell
Not making music just for the mills
Already paying like all my bills
Kills me when people don't
she scared, they scared, I said
They scared they scared to talk about it
Bout it bout it bout it bout it bout it
If you scared, say you scared
if he tinted
These fake rappers getting by with these hell of a gimmicks
They act like it's all love, only love is your money
So when it's over
Every day I’m all about that dollar bill hoe
That R E S P E C T I kill for
Lost a hundred grand
Made a hundred mill though
My money long, your money
Just for a mill', or a rolie'
I still don't do what I'm told
Lately I've been on the road
Clout demons selling their souls
Just for a mill', or a rolie'
well, it's more like a zoo
Lines wrapped around the corner, if you too late, you blew
In that new white Phantom, call it milk on wheels
Niggas wyilin'
you take me in your arms to talk romance
Uh huh my heart starts doing a Saint Vitus dance
And I'm panting
And I'm shaking
Well early in
she scared, they scared, I said
They scared they scared to talk about it
Bout it bout it bout it bout it bout it
If you scared, say you scared
You occupy your time by cryin' a lot
'Cause miss what you had
And hate what you ain't got
No one to hold you anymore, let alone talk to
Well
Shit, I ain't gon' lie
I ain't gon' lie, I'm kind of disappointed, nigga
But listen here, be-be-before you, before you dropped that
Well, before
It's the meanest damn place in this town.
Well, who's goin' to kiss your ruby lips,
And who's goin' to hold you to their breast?
And who will talk your
by the monsters, the files of life full of stars and stripes
[Chorus]
[Chorus End]
If you wanna sit with me and talk about existance
We'll need more
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