New Millennium

[Chorus] All we do is get money and get real high Push Benzes and 85 I's New World Order, got ya ready to run and hide New Millennium, we will survive All we do is get money and get real high Push Ranges and Benz Buggy I's New World Order, got ya ready to run and hide New Millennium, we will survive [Half-A-Mill] I see you stupid 'dro, still my brain cells never move slow Toke calico, deep throat the baddest hoes Niggas know my status quote, artistic I draw a biscuit, unlike Michaelangelo, I'm the Noah of this thug shit Flooded, everyday's another bucket get I can't front, I love this shit You missed the lies, now we push S5's on some other shit Blowin another clip, some say they waitin for the mothership I ain't debatin, 'cause in heaven or hell, I tell God, I tell Satan I'm all about money makin, on my job like a hundred Jamaicans Runnin wit kingpins, who you gon rob I send a squad to kill ya squad Fuck ya thinkin, Firm niggas push Cadillac Jeeps, Navigator Lincoln's Global caught on my Motorola Mobile Off the hook books like Barnes & Nobles Street astroligist, heat communist, complete logic is I got one goal, to put goal on the streets, where the projects is We too strong to die, that's why we gotta live Platinum doubt in the hottest whips [Chorus] [Half-A-Mill] Mill Gates, better come somethin, droppin somethin Catch me in the chopper stuntin I'm a Yankee but Jamaican cook me esquire fish and hot dumplings I rock ya Lennon suits with rocks On the cufflinks, lie iller you Curdiest Beck's, 850 I's, silver proof, imagine that I used to sling crills for loot Now I'm openin my money store like Phil Rezoot Keep it here, dope from get money whores Thought he enter the drawers Lois Lane platinum chain, stretch range at the Source Awards Awesome broads they carry proem and sawed-off One shot'll take the whole top of your Honda Accord off You small dog, you all lost No wins, you fall off, and get hauled off in the trunk of my Benz I smoke skunk, purple haze, twist it up Mixed it up, hit the clutch, switched it up [Chorus] [Half-A-Mill] I smoke purple haze and spit phlegm Big Benz, forty inch rims, New York niggas got shit locked again When the glocks pop, niggas need oxygen Don't let me catch you slingin rocks on these blocks again I got plots, I'm out to get a hundred thou time ten You know my style dunn, I run with foul wild men With public housin, up north, we be thuggin in the mountain Out in the world, we guzzle Henny straight and no earl Hustle weight, stab a half a cake on your girl, skatin through states Jets raidin the place, TV's screen big, DVD playin Scarface Son, I'm God face, hard face Smash you in the chest wit a sledgehammer till ya heart break Wild out, my calico pop rounds out, my shots knock towns out My whole block'll run up in your town house I'm like so shocked, key the coke like Sosa Pushin ski boat wit a chauffeur Up the Hudson River, I got tons of guns and ones are split up Niggas front, I got to fuck ya shit up [Chorus 2X]