Half-a-mill
Half-a-mill - Saprano Style songtekst
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[Half-A-Mill] Word on the street the fiends love us Shit could see us on magazine covers That's that kid wit the green Hummer, checked out Pants saggin nearly got my dick out Sippin his style I got it locked here Son choosed a different route Them faked mob appeared here we ship 'em out Pistol whip you too crippled Take your whip and your bitch too official Infrared light through a crystal Shoot your head off, your ice sizzles Your life sizzles, recognize the signal Wit my thugs that out to get you 4-5's and 9 spit through Anythin that gotta get thru to hit you Chill everybody wit you I catch bodies like its ritual Be reticle if I don't get rid of you, principle Fuck politickin I ain't political, invincible Communistic, kinda criminal, show vonistic, I fire at women too I make hoes tot biscuit and blow the whole crew I rock Gucci and Louie Vuitton suits, denim You see me on HBO, gettin interviewed in the coupe We came a long way from the projects shootin off the roof Lost shoes, we the bottles forbes, we livin proof [Sleep Eyes] It ain't a part time solution for a lifetime disease Early mornin heat blow towards night time the breeze See ballers fiend for night shine and V's While cats like me fiend for G's Stressin like dimes and trees And forward blind seeds Illuminati scams too advance to chance To get what Giuliani plans The lord blew breath through us Then threw dirt next to us That's why we thug it to death through us [Chorus x2: Ali Vegas] In this world of Warriors, niggaz wanna be Glorious The streets of New York where there's more takin then givin The Borough I live its more like inner city prison [Ali Vegas] They got me on the run hard From a gun charge cuz of young rod The young God killed his young broad and unyard Now they got me locked in the cell Only 500 G's could get me out of this hell Readin cop shots I just got in the mail Yo I ain't hit the block in a week Ever since I got knocked in the sweep Call home and see what's poppin wit Sleep (Wuttup) He told me Milliato coped 'em a Jeep (Word?) I hoped that bitch liked don't rock 'em to sleep (Stay up) I miss bein home wit Sammy's and Shanks Milliato throw the dice down and give me the bank We like Claude, Jimmy and Frank, Henny and Dank It's ill how we grew from pennies to Franks And we gonna endure til the thrown is renowned Ayo Mill don't even worry 'bout me, Cat n Will holdin me down [Chorus x2: Ali Vegas] [Half-A-Mill] Dunn we fly wit Ki's, stash cash like the Chinese Me and my crimey's we was born grimey Now my son whipped the Bentley behind me Takin pictures of the feds, takin pictures of me Ill eye piece, watch me, watch me, they can't stop me Used to cop grams, now I sell candies to Papi Tryin to cop a space ship and leave this planet behind me And build a thug universe around Plan and try me Until then I'mma handle the Tommy Keep them chicks in the strip club gettin butt scrabble it mami Ya'll fake playas need not try me Blast you out your mink in gators Claim you can't and beat like Rodney [Chorus x2: Ali Vegas]