[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 shit 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, shit is liquid my wife trippin' my whole clique got shit to whip it last switchin Benz to Benz skippin, superstar hittin your whole world is ice rippin, you like sniffin you like shittin, tricks trickin, rolly with the inscription watch a rich nigga clickin' FROM NEW YORK TO L.A. same shit, 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
[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! fuck 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 bitch chose me suppose WE most-LY, do em slow-LY we play 'em close-LY, stayed on city cakes, they get erase them! A sucker 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!
[Fredro Starr, X-1, Sonsee, Sticky Fingaz]
yo we went from rags to riches and get pitches with mad bitches, yo, you can get a autograph or one shot, from the semi-auto pass rap niggas 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, pass sex 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 niggas under the lihgt and hold your money tight kids to die, raze em up, and roll 'em twice even rich nigga ass 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 nigga laid up bills paid up shit 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)