Lyrics:
the free-throw line and bang
Now, I bust and crush tracks, nothin' really changed
Except, twelve-inch scars on my body
What I mean by that, I was hit by some
In the depths of my despair
I look around there's no one there
Escaped death by hair
More than once
So I live without a care
If I'm not I'm thinking
ass
So suck a nigga dick, or make a nigga rich
Or something, bitch
I don't give a fuck about the chatter in the background
Niggaz get beat
don't even look at the tag (uh-huh)
You know I'm a rich nigga (rich)
I'm a lil' nigga with a big pistol (uh)
Paid nigga, I'm a bitch taker
And you
Eatin rich
Fried fish
Won't ever switch
Don't trust a hoe
Don't trust a bitch
Gon flip the switch
From off to on
On on the song
I'm gon do it big
everybody dyin', no lying
So don't you get suspicious
I'm Big Dangerous you're just a little vicious
As I leave my competition, respirator style
Climb
help 'em mind they business with some bottles on ice
[Chorus: x2]
[Repeat x8]
Destruction in the club
Oh, no... Big Snoop Dogg
Ice so cold you
by the zen
And even then, women must know which is which
When their groins itch, for the rich damn
There's a lot to try, to somehow understand
Boys
Power in the hands, the hands of the few
Their laws don't represent me, and they don't
Represent you
A couple of rich men with a hidden plan
Who
blessing
Thats a big blessing
Thats a big blessing
I leave a bitch where she stand If I cant stand that bitch
Money dont make the man so understand Im rich
it back like Nintendo
Perc got her gone now she passed out laying by the window
No toll booth ain't giving no pass
Riding through the hood Cartier my
Her
Lyrics:
Intro:
Its Shamzzy.
Yeah.
BBE Big Business Entertainment.
Im standing on Business.
You know how I do.
You know how
[Intro: Dedric & Nipsey Hussle]
This for the West Coast bity
Aaa-oooaaah
Bow
Aaa-oooaaah
Aaa-oooaaah
(Dedric droppin shit, droppin shit in tha hood,
East-side Longbeach City thing
Get it man, rich rollin' 20's gang
Yeah we getting gritty man
(Soopafly) if I'mma choose: ya'll lose
We just fucking up your
by the low-flyin' planes
And now I am a rich man, but I'm still a farmer, too
But I sold my farm in Texas, bought a farm down in Peru
And when get
his church ain't right
Deacon is a pimp, tell by his eyes
Mrs. Parks said, "Brother Starks, meet you at the numbers spot
Heard you got red tops out,
the funds then I split wid it
A natural born money maker nitty-grit wid it
Ha? I get rich why'all
Ha, boy I done bought D's wid dis
Big bout-it Benz car
I don't go out like Riky
I'm tryna get rich like 50
Making a plan to leave the city
When this drops I did it
I can tell if a bitch ain't with it
Big
[Intro: Ghostface Killah (Tracy Morgan)]
Listen, man, it's going on 2007, g
I wanna wish ya'll muthafuckas a happy New Year
(New Year, let's give it
Hennessy pon ice
Mi feel nice.
(Verse 3)
Living the life weh mi dream bout
Beach house n skem house
Big Benz mi speed out
The whole team it rich n wi
just the past, you know it never lasts
And you know how time flies by so fast
Look at rap music, they said it was a fad
But now it's takin over,
'bout you and yours 'cause I'ma die for mine
Blue hunnids in the pink Birkin (Birkin)
Swipin' with no limit like I'm big pursin' (yeah)
They say I be
Rasta's life
Get rich or die trying
Ah wah di ghetto youth pray fa?
Get rich or die trying
We work hard fi di paper
Get rich or die trying
A long
Watch my growth persevere
It's easy to be rich
When you came from it
I'm impressed when you came from shit
A mile inch by inch
Fought your way out
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