Lyrics:
Uh- thats right
Reality checkin on in
Street lights eh
Scorpion yeah uh
When I was young
I use to dream of being rich
Have alot of houses and cars
wanna do is watch the ship float
This the sunset, I'm talking big dope
Money through the roof, it's falling through the sky
Spent two hundred for
girlfriend and sister
By mr. thuggish ruggish himself nigga wit big ol' nuts
Represent them st. clair cleveland soldiers don't give a fuck to get buck
To all
when a nigga got wealth
What you gone do in that position nigga when them cards get dealt?
I got rich by myself
You sign that deal now you sit on a shelf
myself I did this shit by my lonely
Couple niggas switched up, wasn't really my homie
I'm big dawg you lil pup you better act like you know me
Everybody
I have many friends
But when they talk politics
The conversation ends
I live life in fear
I'm no lunatic
I just like commie bear
And a big ol'
Personal insight, I don't need any pride
Packed my suitcase and booked my flight
Portfolio of properties provide the cashflow to live a rich life
So tired of being doubted by all the skeptics
I'm so tired of being tired that i'm narcoleptic
All my messages in raps amount to sewer septics
It's
Said that's my brother (Brodie!)
We some rich ass stunnas
Get a drop top when they runnas
Said that's my brother (Brodie!)
We some rich ass stunnas
[Featuring Noreaga]
intro: [police sirens]
[Noreaga and Fat Joe talking]
[Fat Joe]
Yo yo one's for the cash two's for my facilty
Some cats grow by the laws of the wild
Some learn slower and lag in the mud
Some stand up in defense of a style
Some let the big dogs eat them up
shooting shit ASAP
V on my ain't talking no ASAP
All my niggas in the trenches, they brim act
I'm quick with my I'm shooting like T-Mac
I'm rich slime for
We finna get rich and get it
I used to be broke but now I spend it
VVS's on my neck, came from Pheasant
You dig it
Should I sign for a ticket, well
hungry, go down a Treesland go visit up di baker
Big up di rasta man dem up inna di hills wah w beat di shaker
Way a reap di high grade dem by di pound
[Intro: Rappin' 4-Tay] + (E-40)
Uh, (you tell me)
[Chorus: Rappin' 4-Tay, E-40]
[Rappin' 4-Tay]
Holler at a player though
40 Water, what's
Like nine cans of shaving powder, that's funky
It was once said by a man who couldn't quit
Dope man please, can I have another hit?
The dope man
can't you see
I'm just trying to be all I can be
Oh, yeah
Now first come the cash, then come the ass
Then come big blunts with big chunks of hash
When I
push the button, baby
Throw the ceiling back and I just
Blow the sky a kiss
Full of smoke, said if they want it
Niggas know what time it is
Big face
Intro:
Let's work for the family
Let's keep the family strong
By keepin the tie of love strong in the family
All those of you who are rich, use your
it happen
It's West Side nigga, This drive-by is what's crackin'
And the corners is gettin' caught off
The funeral homes is gettin' rich off
featuring J Treds
[announcer]
Mr. Len a.k.a. Space Ghost please commence intro
Company Flow perform J Treds prepare
El P
I got a good foundation
Cause I came up came up from the concrete
I supposed to win by nature
Cause I came up came up from the concrete
There ain't
on me
I don't need no friends, I'm rich by my lonely
And your homies not really your homies
See your homies they really be police
Yea' your homies not
Gas imported
Loud got you nosy
Got me Cozy, yeah
When I walk by, it's a monsoon, yeah
Blowing your mind out your costume, yeah
Be aware, don't you dare
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