Lyrics:
-two, million-three, million-four
Five million, six million, seven million more
Then I heard a knock knock, who's there?
It's yo' friendly neighborhood Cad leaning
hoes
they come runnin' with they fans & they best clothes
to get stuck by the nigga with the million bucks
I won't lie and say I had a million fucks
ooh
Yo, go whereyalike
Ooh, I see, I see, I see guys and girls dancin', ooh, ooh
I mean rich, poor, high, low, or upper-middle class,
Let's all
[Master P (Cube)]
I'm ready
(Ay yo P What's crackin' nigga?)
I'm tryin' to get my roll on Cube.
(So where we headed?)
The Player's Club fool. You
Master P (Cube)
I'm ready
(Ay yo P What's crackin' nigga?)
I'm tryin' to get my roll on Cube.
(So where we headed?)
The Player's Club fool. You 'Bout
ooh, ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
Oh, I like them tattoos on your leg (on your leg)
I wonder how they look up by my head (aw baby, baby)
I'ma lay you
dancin', ooh, ooh
Yeah, doowutchyalike
Ooh, I see guys and girls dancin', ooh, ooh
Just doowutchyalike
Ooh, I see guys and girls dancin', ooh, ooh
Yo
the steel, and the plastics to peel wit
In reach, so we can touch yo' ass
And leave a bout it scarf on ya face, we soldiers
We No Limit soldiers, I thought I
blowin' that smoke, I'm
Blowin' a couple million
Makin' a killin' stuntin' on impostors
Only rapper in the game with
A Grammy and an Oscar (and the winner
real heavy on the waist
So when they wanna move, we put 'em in they place
Yo, I was schooled by the hood, raised by the wolves
Trained by the pain,
that's how we do this
It's all about you Mayne
It's yo' life, let 'em know somethin'
I come from where they pop they collars
And couldn't be saved by
to me
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me
Man I pull up in your city and get my Bush
the club
We throwed them hunnids not no ones
Throwing them hunnids we fuck them
Whole by the firm
Step in the club
Pocket full of hundred, no ones
Choppa
motherfuckin nigga in yo secta sick 'cause we
got 'em under pressure (pressure)
[Young Droop]
I gotta let it be known
I'm in the zone, gone, blown
Tryin'
rein
Mama macht sich Sorgen um ihren Sohn
Denn er will jetzt die Million
Yeah, ficke den Markt so wie Macintosh
Koche das Crack in 'nem Messingtopf
I flow (flow) you know (know) a pro (pro) and so (so)
Let me get a hoe on the down-low "God damn!"
Ah can I get it yo? (Yeah, you got it yo)
Now
locked up in a cell yeah
These niggas really twitter fingers using Dells yeah
I'm like hell yeah
Fucked yo bitch last night I don't know what to tell ya
tempts me
My heart is empty, never feelin remorse
I got a sniper one killed in the cross ready to kill your boss
Chorus
[Noreaga]
Yo
although it doesn't seem right
Many criticize but yo we all go to eat right?
And who's to say that I'm to blame(blame)
we only pawns in this game(game)
get in
I spare one off in the back in case he brings his friend
PlayStation just in case a nigga think he can win
Let's make a million
Keep it
{Aight, what's goin on, what's goin on
What's the deal pa, where you headed son?}
(Yo I'm bout to go to the studio and lay smash hit
Wit my Uncle Run, boy)
the pills and liquor 'til we black out
My driveway cost a couple million just in cars
That loud weight, I just drop some chicken in that hole
Fly by you
A million words and then you're free, yeah
Oh, you got a history
You want the war, you won't believe
No, you ain't got no blind fold on me
So I see yo, your
Berettas PLO
Yo its forever, bout to show em what it be's like
Method man, turn a dollar to a million
Killa bees we in the building
Making sure
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