P.E. was on the top, you rode the tip But now they got problems and you suckers run Who's Chuck's real friends, does he really have one? You yell P.E
But Ice, Chronic got me bruising my brain But soothing my pain, I'm true to the game I got my mind made I gotta be that rich motherfucker Set it up so
you ever heard a gunshot Yo, the pusher, the player, the pimp gangsta, the hustler High Roller, dead pres folder Is cold lampin' like a black king on a throne Evil E
best collaboration of all time. Their names? Emily Osment, Mitchel Musso and BT on the track Word. Mitchel Musso: If I were a rich man With a million
Richer than the richest More money, bitches Yeah, coming to you live from the city of Houst-Atlanta-Vegas So what do you do, young lady? One hundred
bad bitches We sh-sh-shut it down like the club got glitches Dig it? And when you do that G.T.'s pulling up, yeah Spaceship, E.T.'s in the cut, yeah
Louis, I'm talking all brown linen, huh [Lil Wayne] Talk stupid get ya head popped I got that Esther, bitch I'm red fox Big bee's, Red Sox I get money to kill time, big
up and cock it, and hit them niggas where it hurts If I die today, remember me like John Lennon Buried in Louis, I'm talking all brown linen, huh Big
I heard she mad rich, I heard she dead broke I heard she sniffin' coke, shut up bitch! Ayo Kim can spit, man, she don't write her shit Nah, Biggie wrote
God, y'all beneath him If y'all don't know that, rap with a old cat He'll show you streets where them big dealers drove at Where low-key killers with
to God, y'all BENEATH HIM If y'all don't know that, rap with a old cat He'll show you streets where them big dealers DROVE AT Where low-key killers let
the {bitches} stay paid fly and high Where a slut'll get mad if you call her a {bitch} And a rat'll get mad if you call her a snitch Where the rich emerge
[Intro: Bizzy] Yeah [laughs] Yeah Big Wish in this muthafucka what's up my nigga and Lil Lay I love you nigga Bone Thug in this mutha whaa whaa whaa and
me And I wish the Lord throw a Hummer at me, I ain't happy Me and Eazy E in a B-E-N-Z, with my niggas right next to me It's my legacy, we can't let it
(Lupe) yeah just a little bit just a little bit life styles of the rich and famous bought a big house and a whole lot of ranges a fresh new couch
say cheese, and you can die or live off of I.v's. Now let me get that hand clap, yah, let me get that hand clap. I'm rich and black. I'm young and strapped
don't like players that's what you say-a But you really wouldn't mind a millionaire Or them big ballers don't do nothing for ya But you'd love a rich
know who cut you, I don't know who robbed you But you think I know cause you know how my squad do [Verse 5: Ma$e] I don't know why my charm 'bout as big