Intro: AZ The Visualiza
 Y'know, personally, I'm for the paper
 As long as we all see doe
 (Yo yo, big boys play for large sums) Yeah, uhuh
 (Even bitches got their shit tight) Ha ha ha
 Aight (If you're wit us throw your guns up, what the fuck?
 Form a philly, cock your shit back and bust

 Verse One: Half-A-Mil

 You acquired the knowledge, my brainwaves cause riots in college
 Science scholar in this world of violence and dollars
 Firm rappin god from the projects
 It ain't hard, from medicate cars to platinum cars, my click is that large
 To get they dick licked and back massaged by rich chicks
 who rock Versace bras in the drop, watchin the stars
 Yo, the conquest is ours, mission accomplished, shittin on Congress
 Benz whipped with the 6, on this
 8 trillion tonnes, when I appear reptilians run
 >From affilions, willions ??? ???
 Like Indians, your style's a dream, we pop Cristal and drive Bentley's in
 the same streets you can't get a penny in
 All my real shootout niggas hear me when
 Half-A-Mil shoot out with Bohemians, calicos spittin in
 Niggas splittin in the same position they sittin in
 What sentencin? We got too much Benjamins
 We even got triple six I-E-M plastic currency with ???
 Images *?of Quentin?* in, my niggas lay back
 We use to pump a G, now we pump 100-K packs
 Guns aimed at, destroy your whole world like *?K-mat?*
 What part of the game's that? The curse, my hot verse is flame rap
 Players got the game trapped, I be the king mack
 All my bitches mine til they bring crack.....

 Chorus: AZ

 Yo yo, big boys play for large sums
 Stack up, strategise, watch the cons come
 It's all a game, even bitches got their shit tight
 On the scene, 18, suckin dick right, and sip right
 If you're wit us throw your guns up, what the fuck?
 Form a philly, cock your shit back and bust

 Verse Two: AZ (aka Sosa)

 What? From NY to New Orleans, we all fiends
 Court scenes, flashbacks to kidnaps and fought CREAM
 Guns bussin, stash house out in Flushing
 Corruption, killer men-tal is foul adjustin
 Cold nights, handled the streets my whole life
 Back off ???? kikes, focus for niggas who lost sight
 Travel thought wise, beyond light years, way across skies
 Short-i's, so many makin livin off lies
 Anti up, hopin my new shorty don't stand me up
 It had me stuck, after this session, I plan to fuck
 Hot pursuit, a real splittin image of Pop Duke
 Block lasoo's, paper player part of my roots
 So what'cha grow, Shelley? I lit his game so sincerely
 Really, most rap cats couldn't come near me
 So it's either or Peter pay Paul, you and yours
 Fools are frost, regulate life thru rules and laws.....

 Chorus

 Verse Three: Half-A-Mil

 Firm official, 8-50 I, burnin pistol
 Black Magnum P-I, mack V-I, willie hat
 Half beehive, wise guy, '95 I
 look in my eye, praisin Allah, project aimin rod
 Greatest star Agbar, pushin a hot car
 Shark Bar, private engagement, live entertainment
 I grab mics and I explain it
 How I went from the brawns to the brainless
 to the minds of the wise and the famous
 Nigga's wives admire the guy's arrangers
 Kick off their wedding rings to give head to the king
 It's just a cheddar thing, amaretta, Armani leather thing
 We in to better things like wettin the brains
 Jumpin outta stretches and minks, crime connected with link
 Up in the club buyin drinks, bitches eyein the spinks
 Hustler haters hate us, my guns say "Fuck what they think"
 Once I copped a Hummer this summer with a buttoned-up mink

 Chorus

 Outro: AZ the Visualiza

 Bitches got their shit tight
 If you're wit us throw your guns up, what the fuck?
 Form a philly, cock your shit back and bust