Lyrics:
rappers ball, but they don't live phat
Nigga, I doubt if you go gold or platinum
What we do has only been mastered by a few
I take a half a million tapes
seasoned (Gangsta Grillz)
Chef Boyar-Dram, dawg
Baby, I'm a rich nigga
Diamonds on my wrist glitter
Show you the big picture (yessir)
Hit your bitch
to the window and I toss a TV
Sometimes I get crazy and it makes a big scene
But when I hit 21 I want to stand up and scream
I'm filthy rich with laughter, I'm
a couple seats 'cause this a couple tickets (facts)
I never lie to kick it, murderer but not convicted
They say I'm filthy rich, I told the judge, "yeah,
by the water you'll see her footprints in the sand
'Cause every night she walks the beaches of Cheyenne
They never found her body, just her diary
want the gold, I want the chains, I want it, I want it (nigga, come on down)
Never had nothing but soul, never had nothing but hustle (nigga, come
here
Whoa, whoa, everybody's dreaming big
Whoa, whoa, everybody's just getting by
That's how it goes in every day America
A little town with a great big
unfold some old yellow lost love letters
It's gonna hurt bad before it gets better
But I'll never get over you by hidin' this way
I've never been
at the Jack of Hearts
"I know I've seen that face before," Big Jim was thinkin' to himself
"Maybe down in Mexico or a picture up on somebody's shelf"
But
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
lonesome ground down low
Gonna lay him in that cold lonesome ground
Well they laid the President by that long cold branch Mr Garfield's been laid down
straight through your eyes
[ Big Rich ]
So let that hair down and let that body go free
And come close because tonight it belongs to me
No brother's doin
Shit get drastic, I'm buryin' you bastards
Big Poppa never softenin'
Take you to the church, rob the preacher for the offerin'
Leave the fucker
the whole time
If you could see that I'm the one who understands you
Been here all along, so why can't you see
You belong with me
Standin' by
I have to do
And the man on the radio won't leave me alone
He wants to take my money for something I've never been shown
And I saw my devil, and I
Used to get teased by my friends, cause I had bigger feet
I think about them jokes and laugh, crack a smile
Cause as a child, I never knew that being
been down on my luck, as a matter of fact
I've even been chaste
Drifting along, singing a song
For the whole human race
I been caught in the act,
Thinks he's a toughguy
Superfly
Stays high
Sneakin down the alleyway to make another buy
Talkin bout a big deal
Big wheel
Nothins real
Yeah
Uh
Ayy
I got dead men in my pocket, this shit gettin' scary, yuh (woo)
Big racks on me (racks), I feel like Refrigerator Perry (racks, P,
the rich folks do
We knew some how we'd make it, together me and you
With dreams and hopes of things to come
We worked and never stopped
Not much time for
amazing
We'll both be high, the help don't stare
They just walk by, they must don't care
A million one, a million two
A hundred more will never do
chuck, boom b-boom chuck
Boom boom chuck, boom b-boom chuck
Shady
There's never been this, much of a menace in this game as this
And it's the, most
drink a lot of syrup, bitches say I'm sleep walking
Big money for the grill, so I'm never cheap talking, yea
Keep talking and the flame leap off the hip
now on the Adderall
Really been taking big dog whip
She lick it off her lips like milk
Watch her ball, spend it all at Saks Fifth
Why the f the grip
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