Lyrics:
the cool in you
Or it'll be a sad love song being sung by Toni Braxton
And I'll dissect you like a fraction
All you wannabe top cat MCs, I'll pop you like
I done been around the world, been around the block
Been around hoes that fucked Biggie and 'Pac
Like Vida Guerra, ass took her to the top
She'll
the car drive these hoes thirsty
See the dick and they large-eyed
Never gave a dollar to the pastor
Hoes can't get inside my
Home without the password
My
Yo, yo, yo
From the heart of Medina to the head of Fort Greene
Now I see everything
Niggas who sling
Shaolin' cats thrown inside a bing
lil' thigh
Mama give em lil' hip
And if you see a fly bitch
Nigga holla don't trip
Break her off a few dollars
Take her on a few trips
Give em lil' die
Saved in a drop top BM
Right side, DM
All praise due up
Tell him when I see him
Started with a couple dollars baby
Was told if I can get 'em
All
Gucci
Back to the wall, back to the mall
Wednesday night, I'm back to Kamal's
Bussin' a blunt so I'm breaking the law
Run up on me and I'm breaking ya'
Master P:
'73 Caddie with the top dropped
Gold thangs as he spined up out the parking lot
Who he was?
I couldn't see
But I knew one day that
I been here since yesterday
I ain't even take a shower
More money more power, more
Power, more business, more bitches
Tryna holla when they see you by
the basket with plastic
I smoke blunts on the regular fuck peelin' caps
Tryin' to make a million dollars out a quarter ounce
Gettin' chased by the five O
lil' thigh
Mama give em lil' hip
And if you see a fly bitch
Nigga holla don't trip
Break her off a few dollars
Take her on a few trips
Give em lil' die
lil' thigh
Mama give em lil' hip
And if you see a fly bitch
Nigga holla don't trip
Break her off a few dollars
Take her on a few trips
Give em lil' die
they math
Bitches ain't half cut up crack up in the stash
50 Cent Italian, icy flow
This is that Run-and-Get-a-Dollar-for-The-Ice-Cream-Cone
Cause they
And the turntables turn and that Al Greens plays
I see my mother's afro, as mama taps her toes as she rolls her J's
And my papa just left the house, in search
and the critics, think hip hop is missing
This is a lil' proof that hip hop livin'
You can hear a hip hop top now, just listen
Now see a hip hop walk out with 6
attack
I'm a real troop-trooper aiming for the top
And with you by my side big dollars I'll clock
Oh, girl
As long as I've been giving my love to you
thousand five hundred dollars workin' part time"
Ya know somethin' Foxy?
You're headed for the top, top,
Straight ahead
And when you get there, you
'mon!
[Busta Rhymes]
We stay spittin' on
See what we sittin on
Shittin' you see how my 20â?? be fittin' on nigga
A 100 dollar bill shorty number was written
think I'm going blind cause all I
See is just a dollar sign
Dollar sign, dollar sign, dollar
Sign, dollar sign, dollar signs
I do my thang
You ain't got
Big stepper whoo
Big fish aye
Money in my pocket
I feel big rich aye
Shot caller
Big Bank
Top shotter
Ouchie Wally Wally Bang bang
Top dollar
Maryland out to Spain
You know we keepin' that same train of thought
Shit that can't be bought but only taught by millions of dollars
Now look what that
and quick dollars
I know the pain the game bring, I did the same thing
Spaced out in the staircase, performing a sting
It's hard to keep control, I
From the top you can see how much the human flesh
You should know it hurts when watch the news
But a palestinian nursery school is not your child’s
Runnin' up the stairs on a tower
Runnin' up these Ms by the hour
If I drop a gem, money showers
When you get your taste, they get sour
This shit gon'
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