master of ceremonies in the building
yo louch get like four bottles of courvoisier
tell the soldiers bring like a hundred guns
say you gettin money but you not like me
i heard your lil' raps but you're not s.p. close your fuckin mouth when you next to a g
the glock 500 but these bullets come free
the money make the world go 'round
from no car to a luxury convertible
me and this pretty honey sharin the orgasm
i'm on the 'gnac and shorty on the merlot
to the homey on the furlough
you can get a million dollars off of 65 stacks
we neither here - we neither there
but if the car smell like smoke then niggaz'll freeze the air
with niggaz that move opium and still racketeer
huntin for money so run like a pack of deer
if you ain't hand me clear that's why i'm clappin at'cha ear
three guns on the set - which one you wanna hear?
got that paper on deck - throw that money in the air
when i pull up in the front - all these niggaz do is stare
i'm a dream to these women - but these niggaz nightmare
the hardest out just got cockier
tell these rap niggaz 'round they lil' posse up
and the jewels got rockier
but the ghost move just like the mafia
you wanna know what i'm talkin 'bout?
knockin i ain't home then go to my other house
my moms ain't home then go to her other house
real 'til i go to my father and lil' brother's house
that's up in heaven nigga
god forgive me for robberies
put thirty holes in you fuckin with a 7 nigga
you work for anybody that rap - whatever nigga!
with no clique or no crew
bring the steam to you like the cleaners
i live to see my young son turn into my older son
countin money with a loaded gun
never thought the platinum era's better than the golden one
these niggaz gon' see when the soliders come
none of us is on the same track
you just came to the park
like the africans the ones that don't be stoppin when it's dark
i'm just tryin to break the strip
you just tryin to clear the park
i'm the brain and the soul and the heart
these them over your head bars
live nigga killin you dead broads