Lyrics:
can be
(You're still a bang-banger) One of Saratoga's finest
?? ?? attention now (??) makin your highness
Yo Bill, what'd you stop for man, what'd
scratched, pronto
Bill and fame make magic like premier and, Eddie Sancho
(Yo where you been kid?) I don't know, gettin' ready for war
Parlayin' with ebony
could run it
I'm about to make these four dollars into four hundred
Ain't nothing happening but the serious gank
While they got billions in the bank
a dollar
For every one of my regrets
In the distance he's approaching
The ghost of who I might have been
As I walk home alone my
Memory's my only
and grab my stash-uh
First on the set to bust my ass-uh
Gotta feed my people gotta pay the bills
Even deep down I know crack kills-uh
Could you blame me
life will be a simple game that you will always win
and for every dollar that you spend, the bank will pay back ten
and i know you are starting
Don't ride the fence
I'm anti-uppin'-your-dollars-with-telekinesis
(I done tried everyday, and that shit decreases)
Anti-them-anti-crime-bill
I'm feeling California
But's it's so far away
For your lovin'
Real lovin'
I don't need no sugar mama
To pay my bills
I've got twenty dollars just
(Dan Messe/Gary Maurer)
Ten dollars for the room
Torn blankets smell like old perfume
Then love checks in, trips a wire,
Skips the bill, sets a fire
Pedal down the foot hills, wheelies on the front
P-P-Pedal down the foot hills, wheelies on the front
I got this 89-90, Pistons champ flat
Bill
was dyin' in jail
Crack sales make a black male want to weed dwell
600 Benz shittin with a hot female
All I want to do is records and pay my bills
jail
Crack sales make a black male, want to be twelve
Six hundred Benz, shittin' with a hot female
All I want to do is make records, and pay my bills
sells quick
Put on a dollar or two that's bullshit
What have we come to?
Let us look into ourselves
We need a rescue
Your conscience can be your
dollar habit that she goes to every night
But tonight, yes tonight
Tonight she?ll do it right
When they find her dead, she won?t be able to deny it
I got all this loving for?
Well guess what?
He don't pay my bills no more.
Well I guess
All this stuff
That'll befall ya and bedevil ya
leave it in the booth
It'll get me everything, till
I get everything
Place your bets Bill'll continue
To frying that Opium
Ok, new rules to the game
break
The highs, the lows, the windy roads
The knowledge in rhyme
Versus the bullets in your pistol
The dollars they dive for
The pusher with a pit bull
to clear my mind state
Now im feeling good, never any less
So I'd like to welcome you to Project X
Yeah yeah yeahh
All you need is that 5 dollars for
chasing bills, Cosby
Tryna get top of the hill figures like Tommy
'Cause real recognize real like we related
One night in perfect bitches that'd much rather
to feel
like I'm in a daze so I smoke big kill
Just to deal with the ills like this fucked up trip (damn)
My skills ain't payin bills
and it's fuckin
spent his last dime
And Sammy took to stealing
When he got that empty feeling
For a hundred dollar habit, without overtime
And the gold rolled through
Gucci, you jealous
You lacking quality
Focused on quantity
I know the dollars
I’d have a monopoly
When I got started I told you I’d pop
So I had waited
Working my life away
Just to pay my bills
Scared to live alive
To cure my achin’ ills
So death and I become friends
A little more each day
And I
I got you open, Scott Norwood with the shank
You get cut and ganked
Gaffled, leaking from the poking
Big bank take little bank
Zimbabwean dollars what
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