Lyrics:
Now money right (2 Chainz)
I've been broke my whole life (broke, yeah)
Now money right
I've been broke my whole life (broke)
Now money right
I've
I'm drunk, I'm high, damn near gettin' by
I'm drunk, I'm high, damn near gettin' by
I'm drunk, I'm high, damn near gettin' by
Yeah I'm drunk, I'm
the fight
against terrorists brought up by our worlds invite
By murder, plunder destruction
Rape, framing the 1st world in a furious hype!
USA, where
hot for a minute
But I be hot for a century
Rolled up bumpin' that 2 Chainz
My 2 chains
My bad, I mean 4 chains
Look like a nigga sell dope man
Coke
die
Is you down to ride
For a homicide
When it's drama time
Murder on my mind
Get ya' goons clapped
Nigga I got two straps
Nigga I'm from Wu-Tang
I'ma
Let you niggas get hot for a minute
But I be hot for a century
Rolled up bumpin' that 2 Chainz
My 2 chains
My bad, I mean 4 chains
Look like
your elevator go up? (Nope) You ain't rap too tight
Right, you can tell me, G-H to O-S-T
Two hundred Bees'll get you killed by coke head Skeet
This is
bein'
You don't wanna motherfuckin'
You don't wanna embrace your destiny
You wanna get by
You don't wanna go into the motherfuckin' dark
Where it's lonely
I'm going to
Give my people game in this Port of Miami 2
I lost some weight, and now designers wanna get to know me
Givenchy poster boy, Naomi tryna
Hellish reaping screams
Rise from the sulpher
Two horned hooven beast
Consume holy flesh
Diabolical feast
Raise the funeral pyres
Scent of burning
Leave 'em if they actin' too fly for you
All up in yo mix then in somebody else Six
Quick to put your name in some murder one shit
I'm not the one
Pre>c am
Many's the hour I've lain by my window
See am
And thought of the people who carried the burden
See am
Who marched in the strange fields in
changed
Hard time for non-violent crimes, that's a outrage
We need a meetin'
Money and fame is fleetin'
You never really know the reason why two people
your wind pipe
So I can cut that mother fucker
(Pick somebody else)
I'm pickin' anybody I can find,
And you happen to by the next mother fucker
Gang bangin' ain't go' never die, as long
As niggaz ain't got nothing we go' be thuggin' forever high
Ain't no more drive by's, niggaz chase you down
a murderer
Dress up in a jacket, then dress up in a tie
Want to deprive
I'm a murderer
Murderer (4x)
Not them.
Murderer (2x)
Rakim:
Bless by the most
park
Got me an agent, I don't gotta talk
If I hit the bank, I can empty it out
Still got some M's left in my account
Just like Drizzy and 2 Chainz
neither you
'Cause I'ma murder Y, kill O and even U
Man, I got Summer hatin' on me 'cause I'm hotter than the Sun
Got Spring hatin' on me 'cause I ain't
niggas
Favor, for a favor, that's how we do business
Trying to make future figures, we two of the illest, what?
[Chorus: Nas]
You wet who I want
bodies two by two, ha
Time to head home, baby, what that sex 'bout? (Okay)
Have your head on, baby, lose that cell phone (Okay)
We fuck to fly, she let
Yeah
Word, these bitches be bugging God
Reason why ain't got nothing to do with nothing
Yeah, check it out y'all one two
We back up in this
for the centerfolds
Big bodies I got 10 of those
Whippin' work it smelling like they dinner rolls
2 Chainz, that's your best answer
Cup filled with
the pleasure room
In the air impending doom
Purple hair, two skulls and a monkey
12,000 hits of lsd
Guarded by two giant mastiffs and a demon
Beelzebub
you arm, leg, leg, arm, head
I wish a motherfucker would trip this year, come on
Dressed in all black and my gun the same color
Murder my enemy,
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