Broke Willies (Radio Edit)

Lyrics

[Intro: Mick Jagger] "Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh" "Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh" "Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, uh-uhhh" "Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, uh-uhhh" [Chorus: X1, Sticky Fingaz & Mick Jagger] To all you rappers out there (With money and fame) ("Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh") Rockin' in a foreign car (E'ryting brand name) ("Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh") Broke Willies with no money (Keep runnin' ya game) ("Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, uh-uhhh") Can't forget all our thugs that's locked in chains ("Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, uh-uhhh") [Verse 1: Fredro Starr & X1] We ain't have s— (*Click*) growin' up, now we blowin' up Hundred G's a show, price goin' up Ghetto struck, layin' in the cut with the metal MAC-11 (What?) No cup, sippin' Amaretto 7 Up The wet life, s— (*Knife slide*) is liquid, my wife trippin' My whole clique got s— (*Knife slide*) to whip in, light switchin' Benz-to-Benz skippin', superstar hittin' Your whole world is ice rippin', you nice livin' You like s— (*Car horn*) trickin' Roley with the inscription, watch a rich n— (*Tshhh*) glistеn From New York to LA, same s— (*Glass breaking*), diffеrent day Mad cash to play, when I walk my chains swing My jewels swing heavily ill from Beverly Hills I paid 20 G's, —son, it better be real We pollyin' deals for 70 mills, eatin' meals Of Beverly pills, now watch how the bubbly spills [Chorus: X1, Sticky Fingaz & Mick Jagger] To all you rappers out there (With money and fame) ("Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh") Rockin' in a foreign car (E'ryting brand name) ("Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh") Broke Willies with no money (Keep runnin' ya game) ("Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, uh-uhhh") Can't forget all our thugs that's locked in chains ("Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, uh-uhhh") To all you rappers out there (With money and fame) ("Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh") Rockin' in a foreign car (E'ryting brand name) ("Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh") Broke Willies with no money (Keep runnin' ya game) ("Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, uh-uhhh") Can't forget all our thugs that's locked in chains ("Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, uh-uhhh") [Verse 2: Sticky Fingaz & Sonsee] I grew up in the PJ's and wore the same gear for three days Chipped in to get a b—, got on and blew a mill in a month I'm a low-life, though when I go shoppin', I don't worry about no price (I wear the same clothes twice) F— the po-lice! It's h— (*Phone ringing*) six plus sells Stones heavy on the scales themselves, XL Straight G's, moneys and properties Black FG-15's, grey M3's and OZ's We OG's, always OT-in' on a low-key Spit more game than Goldie, your b— (*Uh*) chose me Suppose we most-ly do 'em slow-ly We play 'em close-ly, state on city cakes (They get erased) I'm a sucker for a pretty face with a twenty waist Whose Benz? I h— (*Car door slams*) two twins in a blue Ventz And we're into short deals, a house on 4-wheels 'Cause white-collar crimes equal dolla-dolla signs [Chorus: X1, Sticky Fingaz & Mick Jagger] To all you rappers out there (With money and fame) ("Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh") Rockin' in a foreign car (E'ryting brand name) ("Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh") Broke Willies with no money (Keep runnin' ya game) ("Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, uh-uhhh") Can't forget all our thugs that's locked in chains ("Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, uh-uhhh") [Verse 3: Fredro Starr, X1, Sonsee & Sticky Fingaz] Yo, we went from rags to riches, takin' pitches with mad b— (*Ahhh*) You can get a autograph or one s— (*Click*) From the semi-auto pass, rap n— (*Cough*) flippin' more then half's Livin' it up, takin' all the cash (Givin' it up) Set it up, on a low tinted up In the black Quest, pass T— (*Hit*) to the extras From out the blackness straight on the boulevard Lookin' for somethin' to get my hands in got strippers dancin' in the mansion (Word up) That's how we operate (*Doorbell*) (Raw), the players coppin' Fake coke gets stepped on twice Put your money on the street n— under the light and hold yo' money tight Kiss the dice (Stick 'em up) and roll 'em twice Even rich n— (*Car drift*) —betters so trife We'll gamble all yo' life, 'til I couldn't see well Flip my V12, flip a ki through the e-mail It's a hundred thou' G now, I'm off the hook, I beat jail Yeah, gotta eat swell, kick back, relax Word up, n— (*Zipper*) laid up, bills paid up You should've saw Sonny, when he pulled up in a 420 We got these cats on the sideline lookin' all funny Gettin' no money, 'cause they every day clownin' We play around with thousands a hundred G's when we countin' A hundred G's a show, then we out, kid Ha, word up, yo [Chorus: X1 & Sticky Fingaz] To all you rappers out there (With money and fame) ("Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh") Rockin' in a foreign car (E'ryting brand name) ("Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh") Broke Willies with no money (Keep runnin' ya game) ("Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, uh-uhhh") Can't forget all our thugs that's locked in chains ("Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, uh-uhhh") To all you rappers out there (With money and fame) ("Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh") Rockin' in a foreign car (E'ryting brand name) ("Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh") Broke Willies with no money (Keep runnin' ya game) ("Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, uh-uhhh") Can't forget all our thugs that's locked in chains ("Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, uh-uhhh") [Outro: Mick Jagger] "Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh" "Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh" "Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, uh-uhhh" "Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, uh-uhhh" "Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh" "Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh" "Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, uh-uhhh" "Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, uh-uhhh" "Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh" "Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh" "Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, uh-uhhh"