millennium, you niggas can't fuck with us I know god damn well you niggas can't fuck with me I know god damn well you niggas fuck with my nigga C-Nile
wanna disconnect my life line I kept it real with homies who kept the realness back now that I need 'em they can't see me man how real is that matter
up with a glock that'll spray ya so move back a sec before you get wet by the niggaz on the West with them vest on they chest it's the Jay'Ton creepin up the block with
that Cadillac Sipping on a low O-E, fired up like a battlecat Niggaz don't wanna take it there, with Lil' Boss I be fucking with B.D.'s, bitch I can get
baby? (Whassup?) Come get with me and perhaps lady you can help me multiply my stacks baby Currency seems small I need companionship (hey) Through with that
Feelin like I'm all out, drunk as can be It's plain to see, that we mobb niggaz hidin' in bushes Claimin that they ride rough, but they soft as they cushion
hate your friends Your enemies remain the same friends always change I don't quit that theres more that one way to skin a cat You can get him in the
Forbes, 1,2,3 [Sample Courtesy Of "Top Billin" By Audio Two (50 Cent):] I Get Money I-I Get Money I-I Get I Get I Get I Get (Remix! AHHHHHHHH!) [Chorus
all turnt up [Verse 1] I got a trunk full of tens I got a stash full of ends I got that 64 Regal sittin' on 20? rims Got that Beamer that Bentley I got that
cool beside Jay-Z For every single die-hard fan who embrace me I'm thankful for the talent in which God gave me And I'm thankful for the environment that
floor boards are creaking and that's not a cup game slashing my car man he didn't think i caught him man i stole it from Kayne and Jay-z the cookie monster
, your grey brain meets motor city pave your nervous system still twitch off Jay Z hoes and animals skirts get murked don't ever let a nigga tell you slugs don't hurt don't
wits with half this shit that gets in. I got a list here's the order of my list that it's in. It goes, Reggie, Jay-Z, Tupac and Biggie, Andre from Outcast
lose your title, round is suicidal You frontin' hard with no bars like unicycles You don't wanna face me crab, I'll cut your head off like Jay Z's HP
I'd rather be at home with ray I ain't got seventy days Cause there's nothing There's nothing you can teach me That I can't learn from Mr Hathaway I didn't get
alive nigga, Justin T ain't got nothing on me Cause I done cried Mary J Blige rivers I realised that God's with us as soon as I decided to put that bottle
(feat. Jay-Z) [Intro: Jay-Z & (Beyonce)] It ain't for everybody (Uh) Welcome to Hollywood baby (Take a picture) Uh huh, you comin with (Let's not even
: Gwen Dickey] I'm wishing on a star to follow where you are I'm wishing on a dream to follow what it means [Verse 1: Jay-Z] Check it out, you can catch