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Million Dead Plan B

my da-ddy? [x4] [Bizzy - Verse 3] I chip in, cause I'm chillin enough Makin mill-i-ons, she wants some do, bitch NO! Go get a J-O-B Willin to help and

you slid You in God's hands now, keep a place for me kid Ain't nuttin changed -- still _Party and Bullshit_ We used to +Fuck R&B Bitches+ and see who

my elders excel I mean what the hell we might as well bridge these gaps in all before we fall in the fire Black Thought: It's a million mc's upon a plan

s the deal, son?" "I got bad news" Yo, by the tone of his voice, I heard the ill street blues "The friends who make you, them too can break you They plan

mutha fucka 9-Scrillion, bout ta make a million bucks (E-40!, E-40 man!) Ya Capable (B-Legit!) Eh, here ye here ye (B-Legit!) All the pimps, playas

it Latoya Edwards You're my pimp baby, you're my pimp baby (echoes) Spoken Pimpin hoes ain't dead, My eyes is red mother fucker Smoking trees and B

(B.G.) Boy, picture me com'n, shining my motherfuckin ass off Nigga I'm com'n in a Ram on 19's I don't want for nothin, livin the million dollar dream

them niggas all with the light Get it right, hold it tight, blast with all your might See we hustle for them grands till the early light Follow my plan on command, leave 'em dead

far as I can Nigga planned what I planned, my gun shakin' in my hand It's one way goin' gettin' money and the power Gotta think again 'cause my plan