Onyx

Onyx - Broke Willies lyrics

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To all you rappers out there
 With money and fame
 Rock you in a farm car
 Anything brand name
 Broke Willies with no money
 Keep runnin' ya game
 Can't forget all our thugs that's locked in chains

 [Fredro Starr]

 We ain't have shit growin' up  now we blowin' up
 Hundred G's is show  price low enough
 Ghetto struck  layin' in da cut  with the metal mack 11
 WHAT?! No cup  sippin' on my reddle 7 up
 The wet life, shit is liquid, my wife trippin'
 My whole clique, I shit da wippin' last switchin'

 [X - 1, (Fredro Starr)]

 Benz to Benz skippin', supastar hittin'
 Your whole world is ice rippin', you like sniffin'
 Ya like shittin', tricks trickin', rollie with da inscription
 Watch a rich nigga clickin'
 (From New York to L.A.) same shit, different day, mad cash to play
 (When I walk my chains swing) I drew swing heavenly ill (From Beverly Hills)
 I pay 20 G's (Damn son, it betta be real) We holy your deals, it's 70 mills
 (Eaten mills of Beverly pills) Now watch how to bubble these mills

 [Chorus] (2x)

 [Sticky Fingaz, (Sonsee)]

 I grew up in the PJ's and wore the same gear for 3 days
 Sit to get a blunk out I wanna blew a mill in the month
 From a low life, the one I go shopping,
 I'm not worried about no price, I wear the same clothes TWICE!
 Fuck da POLICE!
 (It's hydro stuff L's, six plus sells
 Stones heavy on the scales themselves, EXCEL!
 Straight G's, moneys and propories
 Black F-G 15's, weighin' trees and O.C.'s)
 We O.G.'s always O.T.-ing on a low-key
 Spit more game than Goldie, ya bitch choose me
 (Suppose WE most-LY, do 'em slow-LY
 We play 'em close-LY, stayed on city cakes, they get erase them!)
 A sucker for a pretty face, with a twenty ways
 Who's Benz I hit two twins in a blue Vince
 (And we're in destroy deals, a house flow for reals)
 Cause like colour crimes, nigga dolla' dolla' sign!

 [Chorus]

 [Fredro Starr, X-1, Sonsee, Sticky Fingaz]

 Yo, we've went from rags to riches and get pitches
 With mad bitches, Yo, you can get a autograph
 Or one shot, from the semi-auto pass
 Rap niggaz flippin' more then halfs
 Livin' it up, takin' all the cash, GIVIN' IT UP!
 We set it up, on a low til it up
 In the black quest, pass sex to the extress
 From out the blackness, straight on the boulevard
 Lookin' for somethin' to get my hands in
 A stripper's dancin' in the mansion
 Word up, that's how we operate (UNCUT RAW)
 Da players copping, fake cokies stepped on TWICE!
 Put your money on the street niggaz under the light
 And hold your money tight
 Kids to die (RAZE 'EM UP) And roll 'em twice
 Egal rich niggaz ass better so trife
 Well gamble mo' of yo' life, too I couldn't see well
 Flip my P-12, Rover key to da e-mail
 Wish a hundred tell, G-bell, I walk the hog, I beat jail
 Yo, gotta each 12, kick back, relax, word up
 Nigga laid up, bills paid up
 Shit is all sunny when he pulled up in a 4-20
 We throw 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 where we countin'
 A hundred G's is show, here we're out kid (Word, word up)

 [Chorus] (2x
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Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: MVD Visual

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Released in: 1999

Language: English

Appearing on: Shut 'Em Down (1998)

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