Onyx

Onyx - Broke Willies Album 'shut 'em Down' songtekst

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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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