Who want war wit 'em? Take a fall wit 'em Get your back against the wall wit 'em Chopper City let 'em know! Man I believe in gettin' rich or die tryin
my baby I'll be alright I'll be alright Despite all the finer things She'd have if she were monied Like a rich girl I'll be alright Despite all the
steal from the rich I chill with the real and I won't never switch Jump out the bed, come from the head Last name Flintstone, first name Fred My low-low
, and never slip They serving Kibbles N' Bits while I'm cooking bricks Save my crumbs for the ones who sucking dicks I made it rich on the ditch you
' Romeo] Clap ya hands, OK, let's dance, Get yo shake on, grab a partner let's dance We gon' rock to the lights go off, the roof cave in Richie rich,
est mort pis notre carriere aussi. Michel jouait du balai comme la meilleure des menageres mais lui il balayait sur sa caisse claire. Il jouait un peu comme Buddy Rich mais en moins riche
blocks And a cardboard box, that's my boy Mickey Mouse says it's thirteen o' clock Well that's quite a shock, but that's my boy In four short years, I've grown from rags to riches
to make the issue stall I told my man duck, cause I know where the missile fall Cause the ice is a fortune teller for the rich or small Went to my man
[Intro] Sup Fred? Gangsta shit West Coast... [Verse One] Niggas with hepatitis Unauthorized hard-to-move arthritis Infected selected neglected ejected
cardboard box, that's my boy Mickey Mouse says it's thirteen O'clock Well that's quite a shock, that's my boy In four short years, I've gone from rags to riches
is still none And I'm gonna keep kicking holes in your speakers and pullin' plugs (3rd verse) You know what this is Yeah kid, give up your riches Vicious
once that semi auto shoot. You gonna take more shots than a photo shoot camera. Get led from the hammer. Put the toast to your head. You would have a stroke like Fred
can't dance like Fred Astaire But there's one thing in my favor, I'm a millionaire (What, that's beautiful) And I got more money than a horse has hairs 'Cause my rich
the Lord that you were born white And thank apartheid for this wonderful opportunity To peddle your hypocrisy in Sun City A bit of a hot potato in a moment, eh Fred
who preached the funeral Said it really was a simple way to die He laid down to rest one afternoon And never opened up his eyes They hired me and Fred
tractor tires, everything but the CB It was a life-size hot wheels car for some dumb rich kid, right Well, they drove up to me and they yelled What dumb rich
they cant hustle in my spot, off the top my daddy raised me to hate a cop so all my motherfuckin life, i hated cops calv rich told me niggas change when
rape her Oh God I am the American dream I do not think I'm too extreme An' I'm a handsome sonofabitch I'm gonna get a good job 'n' be real rich (get