Quiet Money

Half A Mill & AZ - Rap
Quiet Money
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Duration: 4:55
Lyrics
[Sample from film Superfly (1972)] Militant: Dig it, dope peddler We're out here building a new nation for black people It's time for you to start payin' some dues, nigga! Youngblood Priest: I ain't givin' you shit! [Interlude: AZ] AZ Ha, ha, ha, new drink, Baileys and Henny You ain't got no Henny, get the Remy You ain't got the Remy, any cognac'll do Smooth criminal shit baby [Verse 1: Half-A-Mill] Keyser Soze intention Glide in a hummer with the flying saucer engine Willied out at my crib, in the winter havin cookouts Smack my whiz, look out I'm like Barnabas, crab niggas tryna conquer us They mad, cuz they jump outta cabs and hop on the bus Copin' dust, Firm clique rock the whole Metropolis Bitches who burn dick, won't put a stop to us Niggas who turn snitch, gotta run Coward you ain't a part of us Send you flowers, you part of the dust Hard to discuss, this ill life is hard to live up Once you fall it's hard to get up Once you ball it's hard to give up See how it all started up from stick ups In father's Dodge pickup, it wasn't really my fathers But the pulley made it starter kick up The money made even the hardest get stuck The smartest get fucked, honors for what? This world is Sodom and Gomorrah, niggas ain't promised tomorrow Only thing you promised is projects False prophets, 50 cent beers, S.S.I. checks Prison bars, prison yards, knowledge thru wisdom God Livin large, get with the mob, ain't nothin personal Strictly a job, six in the heart, for six hundred large We gunnin hard, comin hard, hundreds and cars [Hook: Half A Mill & AZ] Quiet money, retired money Earth, Wind & Fire money, acquire money You wanna die, try it money Seven six and five money Live money, Ill Click to ride from me Quiet money, retired money Earth, Wind & Fire money, acquire money You wanna die, try it money Seven six and five money Provide for my Fam and my Fam provide for my [Verse 2: AZ] Glaciers of ice, niggas in the race for they life Raisin the hype, for real killas playin tonight Blazin the pipe, dope fiends will blaze at your wife Who want what? Nigga, let's engage in a fight Glorified wit the gray seal, for laid real for this spit it So niggas can hit it like Curtis Mayfield Front door shit, we pump raw shit Pretty portraits, nickel plate gats that gorgeous On the run away, flip and run, relax on Sunday Who want a gun play? My mind only work one way Rose up a wise man, got love on the streets, I van And never snitch, and never flip or even beat my man Play the game for ya niggas, re-avenge ya shit E&J ya shit, cuz ya say ya rich, hahahaha Speak subliminal, school hustler, black criminal Smack ya general, even my bitch'll clap ten to you Macs identical, barely react when I'm interviewed In the Q, peep on ya niggas in the new [Hook] [Verse 3: Half-A-Mill] I still rock Gucci sneakers, money green to match my cream I don't sleep, niggas gets splashed in they dreams You couldn't match my team You ain't original, you like a fluke, Ron Howard beam You was rockin Bugle Boys, had nothin, like for shootin boys All of a sudden you Super Boy You just a pigeon in the coup Peace to them ill cats, livin the proof, manifestin the truth Firm affil', landin jets on your roof Exceptional, got a set schedule, ganja festival Prime line fish and vegetable, I'm skeptical My man seen it thru his Cardiere spectacles, I'm tellin you This BMW life is best for you The ghetto brought out the hell in you The heat took over the L in you Copers of the wilderness, put the spell on you What's left of you? Caught in the game, is like a hex on you What's next to do? Not every one's chosen, just a few I know it's fucked up, when everyone's holdin, except for you Tough luck's gotten the best of you, we livin Hummer wit the flying saucer engine, satellite system Hype, travel at night, thru the ninth dimension Every word, precise wisdom, varies verbs in this life I'm livin My dunn shoot dice in prison, I would like to mention My insight is like ice that's glisten They took a page of my book and built Princeton University, I more for this paper personally You heard of me the first time your purchased a key Feds got pictures, and niggas holdin bitches in g's Cut you arms off, in case you got tricks up ya sleeve Split up the cheese, I got hollow tips for the dees Pimpin disease, my bitches swallow ships in the sea Black marquise, you ain't a player, you's a car thief Stomp you wit gators on, squash you like beef Make it hard for your heart to beat Spread ya hood, darken the streets Mark of the beast, push stars weekend Park in the streets, it's heat
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