Multikillionaire

Lyrics

(Mastermind) Get ya mail boy Natas... Forever You see, everything around me Rules, by the money Man, I just think about the capers I would do for the papers Then later repent my sins with prayers All wickedness gets forgiveness It's kill or be killed Best be skilled with ya business Who moves the product wit the quickness? Who fittest to survive to get the riches? Who real, who fictitious? I need to know right now Wit all the cheap chumps And petty punks Step to the front of the crowd And all the broke niggas be quiet Bitch this a carjack get out ya shit And let me ride it I'll show you where all the money at And all that and then some Show you how to creep up On the come up wit ya income You need to know the players to fuck with You need to know the bitches that suck dick, nigga You need to know the game Or learn it quick Cuz out here, yo luck ain't shit, nigga So many lives were lost for this So I'm gotta put it down At all costs cuz if A nigga get lost in the mist I'll be another victim of these streets And can't reap all benefits Soliders in this war We battle tonight You can't make a mil or more If you never had it in sight Let's make a deal wit your life I'm feeling ill I might Do some dirt with my steel And peel you off if the price is right Just to let you know where my mind at I'm gone Never talk about the lick I hit on the phone Snitches get the chrome to their face Watch 'em shit and piss You need to roll alone thru this wickedness, nigga Set ya self up for drama For fool livin' I kick the game too tight I see the future too vivid I'mma just ride My course to die If we all live short lives Natas immortalized, nigga Forever Never die Forever Getcha mail boy You can take this to the bank and cash this You'll never take the multikillionaire status You want bitches to you How feed you The devil told me "Mastermind my son, them niggas can't see you" Put the heat to em Or let my killers do em Another piece of history Another unsolved mystery If you miss me Get at me in the next life after death Am I, going to hell? Ask yourself The game done got hot I'm like fuck the fame, fuck the props Just cash me up on my service n I'm back on the block All sacrifices are made All bills paid I'd rather be a multikillionaire With the ill pay Forever Never die nigga You see Everything around me Rules by the money