(feat. Luniz)



It's all about havin' thangs (gold rings, and my platinum chain)

the game is hard to obtain

It's all about havin' thangs (gold rings, and my platinum chain)

when you get it, it's hard to maintain

It's all about havin' thangs (gold rings, and my platinum chain)

it's hard to stop slangin caine

It's all about havin' thangs (gold rings, and my platinum chain)

get it before you get fame



[Verse 1: Numskull]



Make mine a double shot

of cold schnapps runnin off my top lip

freezin on the late night shift

wit Barney Rubble jaws so cold

scratch the crack of my ass

cross-eyed

one on Narcs an one on Task

fuck this I'm goin in

to fuck wit my broad an get a little helmet an a shot of hen

I'm on the way to where my flat is

daddy is, on the way, down yonder by the back hids

bad kids is my enemies

niggas who cop blocks, stop knocks an haters not from my spot

an they always stare like they know me

an there's one nigga, who swear to God I'ma fuckin phony

be like "Sup folks, I got cream"

nigga is you smokin, do I look like a mutha fuckin dope fiend

now this shit's gettin kicked off

it's like 12 to 1 an I bet I don't get ripped off

so more words is passed

they approached, I reached, them niggas dashed

I dashed too cuz murders like the livin hell

I put the lead on ya, an risk 25 wit an L

instead of bein a down low nigga, hang on no coat tails

rig-ups, big licks an fake dope sales.



It's all about havin' thangs (gold rings, and my platinum chain)

the game is hard to obtain

It's all about havin' thangs (gold rings, and my platinum chain)

when you get it, it's hard to maintain

It's all about havin' thangs (gold rings, and my platinum chain)

it's hard to stop slangin caine

It's all about havin' thangs (gold rings, and my platinum chain)

get it before you get fame.



[Verse 2: Poppa L.Q.]



Listen up

I like 100 dollar bill stacks

best of the congniac

sexin women from the back

playas is you wit dat?

I started from scraps

to ah, get me some scratch

first I, bought me some crack

then I, started to stack

I got my pockets so fat

then flipped me a flap

went bankrupt for a minute

grindin brought me back

I got potnas out here ballin but I'm still on the grind

I juss hope they still ballin when I finally get mine

playas askin me what's poppin

but I'm yellin "aint no tellin"

like Jack told Hellen tryin not to catch my third fuckin felon

pockets swellin, damn right I'm sellin dope

but damn, ya'll actin like I'm supposed to stay broke

I got, bills to pay

I been scramblin all day

tryin to flip this yay an stay swallowed over ??? ???

I suited an booted, an heavily looted

champagne on my brain an devishly suited

an all the female fiends

wanna be on the team

so they can sip the Cristal an blow on the green

would a million dollar man an some thousand dollar clothes

belittle himself

an fuck wit two dollar hoes?



It's all about havin' thangs (gold rings, and my platinum chain)

the game is hard to obtain

It's all about havin' thangs (gold rings, and my platinum chain)

when you get it, it's hard to maintain

It's all about havin' thangs (gold rings, and my platinum chain)

it's hard to stop slangin caine

It's all about havin' thangs (gold rings, and my platinum chain)

get it before you get fame



[Verse 3: Yukmouth]



When I was 5 years old I was told there was a road 

to flip a 500 Benzo fresh off the floor

in the door wit Lorenzo's

triple gold's an vogues

any way you go you can't go wrong

so nigga juss go on that pass "Go"

collect yo 2 hun wit 2 guns

an under bucket Cutlass not too flossy or too slump

the right one (baby!)

niggas go crazy for the Coca-Cola classic

at dark I'm strap-a-matic like Jurassic Park

in '88, niggas straight laced cables an medallions

a stable fulla stallions

an yay is for metallions

niggas smilin in my face to get the safe code

I lace hoes

an break those

niggas I hold for randsom like in Waco

make no mistake it's Killa Kali

niggas laugh, spend cash on the Cristali, 

federalis beat yo ass up in the alley

nigga the jar was shook up, until the caviar was cooked up

(Whalla)

"There you are, eh Mr. Creamery ya think ya slick

ya sold me some bullshit, what the fuck is this?!"

Nigga, it's called the drought season

that shit you never seen cousin

while you smokin cream, buzzin niggas mean muggin

rushin knots down the block niggas snuffin hopps

bustin at the mutha fuckin cops, nigga duck an watch

my rings an my phat gold chain

slangin whole thangs on Soul Train

nigga fa sho mayne

sittin on glod thangs an thats fa sheezy

pimpin aint easy mutha fucka cuz I'm breezy.

Havin' it.



(ha)



It's all about havin' thangs (gold rings, and my platinum chain)

the game is hard to obtain

It's all about havin' thangs (gold rings, and my platinum chain)

when you get it, it's hard to maintain

It's all about havin' thangs (gold rings, and my platinum chain)

it's hard to stop slangin caine

It's all about havin' thangs (gold rings, and my platinum chain)

get it before you get fame