[Chorus]
To all you rappers out there
With money and fame
Rockin a foreign car
Everything brand name
Broke Willies with no money
Keep runnin yo game
Can't forget all our thugs that's locked in chains
[Fredro Starr]
We ain't have sh** growin' up, now we blowin' up
Hundred G's a show, price low enough
Ghetto struck, layin in the cut
With the metal mack 11, what
No cup, sippin amaretto 7-up
The wet life, sh** is liquid
My wife trippin' my whole clique got sh** to whip it
Last switchin
Benz to Benz skippin, superstar hittin
Your whole world is ice rippin, you like sniffin
You like sh**tin, tricks trickin, rolly with the inscription
Watch a rich n***a clickin'
FROM NEW YORK TO L.A
Same sh**, different day, mad cash to play
When I walk my chains swing
I drew swing hevily ill from Beverly Hills
I paid 20 g's
Damn son it better be real
We holdin your deals, its 70 mils
Eaten meals of Beverly pills
Now watch how the bubbly spills
[Chorus] (2x)
[Sticky Fingaz, (Sonsee)]
I grew up in the PJ's and wore the same gear for 3 days
Sit to get a blunk out I wanna blew a mill in the month
From a low life, the one I go shopping
Im not worried bout no price, i wear the same clothes TWICE!
f** the PO-LICE!
Its hydro stuff L's, six plus sells
Stones heavy on the scales themselves, X-L
Strait G's, moneys and properties
Black F-G 15's, weightin trees and OC's
We old g's always O.T.-in on a low-key
Spit more game than goldie, your b**h chose me
Suppose WE most-LY, do em slow-LY
We play 'em close-LY, stayed on city cakes, they get erase them!
A s**er for a pretty face, with a twenty waist
Whos Benz I hit two twins in a blue Ventz
And we're in destroy deals, a house flow for reals
Cause white-collar crimes equal dolla' dolla' sign!
[Chorus]
[Fredro Starr, X-1, Sonsee, Sticky Fingaz]
Yo we went from rags to riches and get pitches
With mad b**hes, yo, you can get a autograph
Or one shot, from the semi-auto pa**
Rap n***as flippin more then halfs
Livin it up, takin all the cash, GIVIN IT UP!
We set it up, on a low tilt it up
In the black quest, pa** s** to the extress
From out the blackness, straight on the boulevard
Lookin for somethin to get my hands in
A strippers dancin in the mansion
Word up, that's how we operate
Uncut n raw
The players copping, fake cokies stepped on twice
Put your money on the street n***as under the light
And hold your money tight
Kids to die, raze em up, and roll 'em twice
Even rich n***a a** better so trife
We'll gamble mo off yo life
True i couldn't see well
Flip my p12, rover key to the e-mail
Wish a hundred tell, g'd out, I walk the hog, I beat jail
Yall gotta each tell, kick back, relax, word up
n***a laid up
Bills paid up
sh** is all sunny when he pulled up in a 4-20
We throw these cats on the sideline, lookin all funny
Gettin no money, cause they every day clownin
We play around with thousands, a hundred g's where we countin
A hundred G's a show, here we're out kid
(word up word up)
[Chorus] (2x)