Miliato, Begetz, AZ
Quad Money Presents..
Half-A-Mil (R.I.P)
Now the twin towers done blew up,
n***** seen the footage and threw up,
I got platinum bullets for ya ll to chew up,
Mil-latin the dog done grew up,
is it still manhatten I speak street slang arab-a-latin,
my gunz speak rat-a-ta-in,
understand my lingo,
I'm from Albany Afganistan,
f*** Chris Cringo and Christopher Columbus,
I'll shoot scud missles through his kango and spray z gas,
on ya f***** a**,
Allah you akba, make 767's crash,
smack Jesus Christ and smoke a half a pound of hash,
I keep a half a pound of cash,
I thought I told you cats,
I'm not a rapper,
rock a G on my chest that stands for god,
f*** Dan I'm dapper,
prada from head to toe,
dollars, cherries in the moe,
you fake a** pimps, get my chips,
so I'm burying you and your hoes,
I plant plutonium bombs after each and every show,
so every artist you sign is guaranteed to blow,
I'm guaranteed to flow,
puffin that magic weed,
knowledge itself n**** that's what you need,
so f*** you and those crabs that you feed, tell em holla at me.
Chorus:
New York New York with blood in your ice,
put numbers on your head killa name your price,
we gets love where ever we go,
cause the street life is all we know,
its all we know
Begetz
I work for a quarter million in dope,
a million dollars in cash,
1.5 under the bathroom stash,
put that little a** gun away n****,
step up your murder game,
still f***** wit weed,
step up to heroine,
cardiay diamond links no more gold chains,
vertical doors, candy paint, and woodgrain,
I'm the one to watch n***** don't cover your eyes,
so many eyes on my watch got em hypnotized,
f***** with hustlers ballin like rap n*****, throwin money in the air screemin I ain't gotta rap n*****,
the 9 m & m ain't sweet like candy,
got mines on me front row with a grammy,
slugs on the left and l*** on the right,
f*** an award boo we'll take you home tonight,
milli gates in the spyder with the glass roof,
d*** near crashed in valet off that over proofed s***, we drunk.
Chorus x2
AZ
I got one son, two guns, a couple of cribs,
just tryin to live,
f*** gettin stuck with a bid,
n***** I f*** with now,
used to f*** with his kids,
slim dude food never stuck to my ribs,
been tried on occasions,
I lie with persuasion,
hustled out of town nearly died in a Days Inn,
breezed on a turnpike,
received then returned kites,
cold D to O.G homie n**** earn strikes,
burnt mics,
left em there to sizzle for shizzle,
you know the dizzle my nizzle,
I'm so visual,
all jewels tiz you paid dues true to the grizzle,
blew a few mil and still official,
BIG we still miss you,
the games real fical,
its two thou and a nickel,
n**** trying to go triple,
until I'm there wit you,
a wheel chair cripple,
its no secret I'm a keep it popin like a pistol.
Chorus x 2
Quad Money Presents..
Half-A-Mil (R.I.P)
Now the twin towers done blew up,
n***** seen the footage and threw up,
I got platinum bullets for ya ll to chew up,
Mil-latin the dog done grew up,
is it still manhatten I speak street slang arab-a-latin,
my gunz speak rat-a-ta-in,
understand my lingo,
I'm from Albany Afganistan,
f*** Chris Cringo and Christopher Columbus,
I'll shoot scud missles through his kango and spray z gas,
on ya f***** a**,
Allah you akba, make 767's crash,
smack Jesus Christ and smoke a half a pound of hash,
I keep a half a pound of cash,
I thought I told you cats,
I'm not a rapper,
rock a G on my chest that stands for god,
f*** Dan I'm dapper,
prada from head to toe,
dollars, cherries in the moe,
you fake a** pimps, get my chips,
so I'm burying you and your hoes,
I plant plutonium bombs after each and every show,
so every artist you sign is guaranteed to blow,
I'm guaranteed to flow,
puffin that magic weed,
knowledge itself n**** that's what you need,
so f*** you and those crabs that you feed, tell em holla at me.
Chorus:
New York New York with blood in your ice,
put numbers on your head killa name your price,
we gets love where ever we go,
cause the street life is all we know,
its all we know
Begetz
I work for a quarter million in dope,
a million dollars in cash,
1.5 under the bathroom stash,
put that little a** gun away n****,
step up your murder game,
still f***** wit weed,
step up to heroine,
cardiay diamond links no more gold chains,
vertical doors, candy paint, and woodgrain,
I'm the one to watch n***** don't cover your eyes,
so many eyes on my watch got em hypnotized,
f***** with hustlers ballin like rap n*****, throwin money in the air screemin I ain't gotta rap n*****,
the 9 m & m ain't sweet like candy,
got mines on me front row with a grammy,
slugs on the left and l*** on the right,
f*** an award boo we'll take you home tonight,
milli gates in the spyder with the glass roof,
d*** near crashed in valet off that over proofed s***, we drunk.
Chorus x2
AZ
I got one son, two guns, a couple of cribs,
just tryin to live,
f*** gettin stuck with a bid,
n***** I f*** with now,
used to f*** with his kids,
slim dude food never stuck to my ribs,
been tried on occasions,
I lie with persuasion,
hustled out of town nearly died in a Days Inn,
breezed on a turnpike,
received then returned kites,
cold D to O.G homie n**** earn strikes,
burnt mics,
left em there to sizzle for shizzle,
you know the dizzle my nizzle,
I'm so visual,
all jewels tiz you paid dues true to the grizzle,
blew a few mil and still official,
BIG we still miss you,
the games real fical,
its two thou and a nickel,
n**** trying to go triple,
until I'm there wit you,
a wheel chair cripple,
its no secret I'm a keep it popin like a pistol.
Chorus x 2