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Half A Mil Still

2: Half-A-Mill] Still gangsta, (still) still ghetto, still street (still) Still real, still roll wit the heat (still) Still got bricks for 16, still spit 16 on the beat Still

Show 'em the beam Show 'em how Daddy lean In the convertible Jag 22 inch mags For a high school drop out, shit, that ain't bag I'm not a blood or a crip

m with a bitch suckin dick while I'm still cummin And yeah laid way back bitch say sumthin I run the game keep the chains this a clean hundred I bought a slab bout a half

retarded kid's stool I had a dream I blew up with half a mil' sold And still stole a credit card, a purse, and someone's billfold I'm from the

Rick Mode N'a Mean?, Im A Tell Ya A Story Real Quick [Verse 1: Drake] Look, She Got A Saying Theres No Alice Without The Tin Man Crib Was 2 Mil, Plus

with you, That is why it's for one night, (what? What what what what?) Verse 1: I'm a motherfuckin' gangbanging nightmare, Wake up motherfuckers, I traded in my white Nike Airs, For a

12 bars for that bitch he won't live through that Even a nigga with a ten-year bid knew that Put a gun in his mouth yeah, yeah do that He a pussy (sniff

shit And I want my 10 G's cause Yayo caught a brick I guess my G-Unot tattoo was a smart move Cause in the end you lost a 100 Mil. to a cartoon 3 years

would a chrome glock I kill a fire-breathin dragon with a dome shot Come through your hood in a Chevy Malibu, on stocks We had a meetin before we got