Lyrics:
the thorough?
BK forever representin' my borough
Push fly whips, quick to stack my chips
Too easy for you to understand my hits
When the album drops every
It's been around for hundreds of years, exploited by the rich
They even use to put it in Coca-Cola, ain't that a bitch
You had kings, queens, princes
hit the pole (yeah)
In my armor feel like a samurai (samurai)
Gotta get her pussy to fly (fly)
Album mode, steak with the fries (fries)
Fake people,
hit nigga this a fucking hit
Send a nigga home full clip,
traumatized by the whole trip
Boatload full of cocaina
Got some wolves 'round and some
lightin' the green
I need the bucket, even though I look right in the beam
Judge find out it's my team, he boost they bails
Niggas throw us on they album
DJ Stevie J (We gon' get to it nigga)
Real niggas (by any means necessary)
Rich niggas (We were born like this)
Fly shit
I be on some fly nigga
wife-beaters, white t-shirts, white-
I'm the greatest
So you sold 10 million albums, eh? (What?)
Only problem is, you put out 10 million albums, eh? (Haha)
me
Surrounded by killers, with a bunch of women with very big heinies
Back of the club is where you find me
Two steppin, feel like DeJ Loaf, dare
My eyes closin' but my third eye's open, whoa (Whoa, whoa)
Get rich or die smokin' (Get rich or die smokin')
If they hatin' on the Bern then
To the top wit my niggas
Pop wit my niggas
Drive by in whips, rock rocks wit my niggas
Break day on the hottest block wit my niggas
Just cause I
[DMX]
agree with the statement provided
"MC Pooja's songs are rich"
This was the most agreeable album
And I produced all of it
Come to think of it, I didn't
I made a hit with Tia
I made a hit with Fierce
I made a hit with 10, okay
I made a hit with a Big Baby like I was
Hanging up banners back in like
This life we gon' live it up
When the dough gets tough we gon' get it up
Anybody hate on us, we hit 'em up
Baby we can't be touched, niggas give it up
(Wheezy out of here)
Shoot, that's a hard eight, better stack a straight mate
I got big bread, watch me bake a large cake
Shoot, that's
To the top wit my niggas
Pop wit my niggas
Drive by in whips, rock rocks wit my niggas
Break day on the hottest block wit my niggas
Just cause I (DMX)love
'oochie
I'm a rich nigga, she a rich hoochie
She gettin' loud, like I'm with Boosie
Got a small frame with a big booty
And some soft ass and some good
And when I see you I'ma take what I want
So, you tried to front, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
You ain't real, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
My, first album
[Verse 1]
My, first album had no famous guest appearances
The outcome: I'm crowned the best lyricist
Many years on this professional level
Why would
beats by Dre (on God)
You can get hit by K (K)
K hit you, that's your last day (day)
Glock 27, that's bae (21)
Stick the 30 in it, had a baby (yeah)
[Notorious B.I.G.]
Yo, check it
Call Lil' Cease
Tell that muh'fucker to bring me some muh'fuckin weed for this hospital
man fuck that
Tell that
swoop Rich Homie
Done tore her down
Plus she wanna fuck me cause I order
Up the ones by the motherfuckin' pound
Plus just chase after the motherfuckin'
And drops a hit album, hit video, hit single every year
From your eye drops a tear
I don't play that shit, I play that hit
Your whole gangsta image is
to you spit your rap someone else wrote
Used to get beat up by the big kids
Used to let the big kids steal my big wheel
And I wouldn't do shit but just
guns, I can't run out
Slip on his block for so long, now the sun out
Got rich, turn my apartments up, I took my chain back to the compund
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