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Thuggest Enemy #1

Half A Mill

Milion

60

Rap

Tekst piosenki
* bonus track [Chorus] The streets, the spots, the thugs, the guns Thuggest Enemy #1 The projects, the hood, the hustlers, the slums Thuggest Enemy #1 The crills, the kizzo, the wizzy, the guns Thuggest Enemy #1 The dramas, the murders, the shootouts, the slums Thuggest Enemy #1 [Half-A-Mill] No matter how much love you show, they still hate I'm great, nobody build cake like Mill Gates If I'm not in the Benz dunn, I'm whippin the eight Thug Onez, hundreds of guns, I'm from the slums Drug funds, most of my sons, is on the run Some is in jail, be home, when they a hundred and one Used to breakdance and windmill under the sun The ghetto turned us out, we slang crills and pull burners out Project hallways, yo, I rob niggas in the doorway Cop four-four, half a key and raw I went from nickels and dimes, fiends askin me for more Niggas mad cuz I see cash, they don't want no war I bust big guns, they never seen before Creep up on ya building, spray submachines thru ya door Kidnap ya seeds and your whore, and I'll be back for more 50 G's for sure, make grandma lay on the floor [Chorus] [Half-A-Mill] Pro player, extort papi in that bodega For number slip chips, plus he frontin bricks The minute convict, twenty inch drums, on the six Lookout, here he come, bop beat on hand sticks You wanna chance this, left his brain on the stand smiths Pure cocaine, money is law, I play no games Go range, don't even drive slow when it rain Jakes on my trail, like Roscoe, Pekoe, Cold Tray Milion be my code name, Mill Gates be my whole name Terrorist, I'll blow you to frame Professionalist, lick shots and never miss, cleverest, yo I leave homicide scenes, the ho's headless I was born, raised, inside a world wit no exit Bitches throw hectic, put pussy juice in you breakfast You got beef wit me, better push ya bulletproof Lexus I sip hundred proof and shoot weapons, steppin [Chorus] [Half-A-Mill] What you know about the project Peace God, mind detect, mine direct, fire my tech Diamond shines on my neck, iceberg sweat First and the third, bubblin birds Fuck what your heard, puffin some herb For real son, none wrong wit no herbs Whoadi outta line, whoadi get what he deserve You got some nerve, try to slang rock in my turf When I get through wit you, you won't need a doctor or nurse Or a hearse, I disintegrate, niggas who imitate Try to infiltrate, I eliminate in your fit I'm into kicks, makes and snakes Brakes money, label the space Get money, take money, fuck you think Milliato, type of kid you like to hate Push a six hundred, fuck the feds on the license plate I want for this bread, some say it's gon to my head They just mad, cuz all they chicks is all in my bed Fake killas in your head, say I wanted them dead Till they saw the infrared, ski mask and fake dreads Ya niggas is coward, ya don't brake bread, I break heads And I don't bring a hundred niggas wit me, I bring lead instead [Chorus 2X]
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