the eyes of a danked out china man Stayin' gangstafied While I'm tryin' to make a million But politicians run for office They rather me bust a cap in a
know my name I take it out your ass and charge it to the game I battle with words, go to war with ideas You defeat me never in a million years The factor
you know I been doing this for years Why theses niggas gon' hate? 'Cause they got to, never let 'em stop you Hey, you know I been doing this for years
malt liquor beer They gave me sixth man of the year, came off the bench for tha liks Shot the lights out at the championship Big chips, big trips, new
mandatory, handle glory over with the rock I'm not a rough guy but a tough guy to beat over drums No son to this, I'm a rhyme bastard Some mastered the
in the corner, I just shift a little gear Cops speed top free topless bitches everywhere, I could drop a hundred mill like it really aint nothing, I?m a forbes top hundred You a
A. Artie! ARTIE It's a year to begin a new life Buy a place somewhere quiet, somewhere pretty. When you have a young kid and a wife then you need somewhere
well. NORMA Hello, Mr. DeMille. (A long embrace.) NORMA Last time I saw you was some place terribly gay. I was dancing on a table. DEMILLE A lot of
' Kim, Big Will give a damn how y'all feel Hate, but on the real, Big Will is seven mill If I wasn't on top I'd have a lot less ends I'd most likely
Yukmouth flip drops off the floor every year is a whip hop. Menage-a-trios all year if ya chick jock. With ten karats in my ear like a big shot. Godzilla
a 100, then you wasted yo time If you think you can do me you out yo mutha fuckin mind Lets go These niggas insane, yeah straight fooled A half a million
man went to Moorehouse and had a strong flow So I had him pitchin' in Atlanta like John Smoltz Makin' money make the world go round A stack'll make a
never gave a fuck about a hater got money on my radar Dress like a skater, got a big house, came with a elevator You niggas ain't eatin, fuck it, tell
probably tell you a lil somethin' now [Verse 1:] Mr. Big Dreams no tolerance Cut you at the house and haven't hollered since Get bored quickly He stay grown So the p-a
money up on my mind, for the umpteenth time When I write a rhyme I rhyme real, and getting green is what I feel A five figga nigga that want a mill, before
of holes keep the green runnin I'm on top half a million in my knapsack I need a smack tell em duffel up a mil fast It's lunchtime tell em gather up the moneybags A
And you know I been doing this for years Why theses niggas gon hate? Cause they got to Never let em stop you Hey you know I been doing this for years
it, from the top top And I'm fin to wreck it mayn, put it down with Big Tyme Fin to do a big rhyme, then I get my big shine And y'all boys, really ain