Kein Millionar, aber ganz krasser Visionar also nenn mich nichmehr "Eff Err" "Arr", ist der Name sag es noch mal ich schlag mich in rage blas dir den
: Kein Millionar, aber ganz krasser Visionar also nenn mich nichmehr "Eff Err" "Arr", ist der Name sag es noch mal ich schlag mich in rage blas dir den
You n-ggas don't know how to eat Hey Brrrrr-r-r-eh-eh-eh-eh I turn a diamond to a dollar If you know how to hustle n-gga holla Hey Brrrrr-r-r-eh-eh-eh
S*** it's like I gotta pan how I heat the flo' A but I really gotta a pan how I heat the blow S*** a Develope this beat is so, motha'f***in' GI-Joe and
D's on a Cadillac Smoke so much, got cataracts, been rollin up for a matter of fact F.A.B. get love where F.A.B. is at, from the Bay to the South where
want to touch us I'ma spit a flow as if it was a sin Then the gangsters are resting forever See a solid four, then I'm a put it on the fin Then you know
ass A&R that never filled a milk crate with breakbeats, I keep it raw nigga straight street To my comrades in L.A, L.A., L.A. I still got the bulletproof
from no corny ass A and R That never filled a milk crate with break beats I keep it raw nigga straight street To my comrades in L.A., L.A., L.A. I still
roll that leaf mama F that cheap ganja, I go to a weed farmer I get it purple, strawberry, and peach uh-huh Lease uh-huh, Milli Vanilli silly, all
This is a conquest, so I suggest you take a rest Or keep a breath, but definitely keep a vest on that chest Rymes I'm packin, just like a thug at a car
knocked so you know how I be if I go to jail a mill a cash flow posting my bail and then I come back like what the hell double E F, homeboy come through
in a circle like a halo Now get closer, cause in a minute baby it's over I come off at the clothes like strip poker (strip poker) You just let a chick
slaughter are everywhere A contemptible ethic, a relict F0r the weakest 0f the weak F0r the l0west 0f the l0w My voice f0r the v0iceless My fists f0r
but I guess it's only right when you rein' with a quarter mill Your ends go up your mens go down It's like tryin to roll a dutch with the windows down
from state, For makin' it, mate, just a Q and A. Still ghetto wit de mind of a needle A cricket in the cheater, Draw a nine millimeter up. Makin it, '
to Brooklyn with A D I'm rippin' things daily, no if, ands or maybes At the F L and the A V, the O U R B A B E Kris, the Jungle Brothers, Tribe Called
the front You know what I was sayin Yo blast what you was kickin to me, on the way to that piece You know? I'm about to see a mill, you damn right it
