Lyrics

[Half-A-Mill] Word on the street the fiends love us Shit could see us on magazine covers That's that kid with the green Hummer, checked out Pants sagging nearly got my dick out Sipped his style I got it locked here Son choosed a different route Them faked mob appeared here we ship 'em out Pistol whip you til you're crippled Take your whip and your bitch, too official Infrared light through a crystal Shoot your head off, your ice sizzles Your life sizzles, recognize the signal When my thugs that out to get you 4-5's and 9's spit through Anything that gotta get thru to hit you Kill everybody with you I catch bodies like it's ritual Be redicule if I don't get rid of you, principle Fuck politicking I ain't political, invincible Communistic, kind of criminal, chauvinistic I fire at women too I make hoes tote biscuit and blow the whole crew I rock Gucci and Louie Vuitton suits, denim You see me on HBO, getting interviewed in the coupe We came a long way from the projects shooting off the roof Lost Jews, we the bottles in Forbes, we living proof [Sleep Eyes] It ain't a part time solution for a lifetime disease Early morning heat blow towards the nighttime debris See ballers fiend for night shine and V's While cats like me fiend for G's Stressing like dimes and trees I'm for what the blind sees Illuminati scams too advance to chance To get what Giuliani plans The lord blew breath through us Then threw dirt next to us That's why we thug it to death through us [Chorus] Ali Vegas x2 In this world of Warriors, niggas wanna be glorious Money and power got me brainwashed to be notorious The streets of New York where there's more taking then giving The borough I live its more like inner city prison [Ali Vegas] They got me on the run hard From a gun charge cuz of young rob The young god killed his young broad unyard Now they got me locked in the cell Only 500 G's could get me out of this hell Reading cop shots I just got in the mail Yo I ain't hit the block in a week Ever since I got knocked in the sweep Call home and see what's popping wit Sleep (Wuttup) He told me Milliato coped 'em a Jeep (Word?) I hoped that bitch liked don't rock 'em to sleep (Stay up) I miss bein home with Sammy's and Shanks Milliato throw the dice down and give me the bank We like Claude, Jimmy and Frank, Henny and Dank It's ill how we grew from pennies to Franks And we gonna endure til the thrown is renowned Ayo Mill don't even worry 'bout me, Cat n Will holding me down [Chorus] Ali Vegas x2 [Half-A-Mill] Dunn we fly with Ki's, stash cash like the Chinese Me and my crimey's we was born grimey Now my son whipped the Bentley behind me Takin pictures of the FEDS, taking pictures of me Ill eye piece, watch me, watch me, they can't stop me Used to cop grams, now I sell candies to Papi Trying to cop a space ship and leave this planet behind me And build a thug universe around, plan and try me Until then I'ma handle the tommy Keep them chicks in the strip club getting bucked Scrabble it mami Y'all fake players need not try me Blast you out your mink and gators Claim you King? And get beat like Rodney [Chorus] Ali Vegas x2