Tho Dem Wrappas

Uh, I falls through in a Hummer Murphy the Don, Lizzie, Keyuan With the best thunder than Sean John, you don't want none Partner, I got a rep for leavin' heads swollen up On top of all that, I got the rap sewed up Hold up, with the booty thumpin, niggas fold up And just the teach a lesson, I put one in ya shoulder I told ya, 'Tics live for the street life Eat right, fuck good, and reefer through the pipe I'm gettin' head all night, and if it's some beef I'm pumpin' lead on sight until they deceased I take ya head off right, I live in the Beast Nigga, where the Feds play sheist I still floss ice, keep it tight E'rytime, call me the black Liberace When I'm playin' mine That's how I flow I gotta get mine, partner Any way it go Whether it be rappin' or with the fo'-fo' Let's make a million Keep it real for triple-o Eyes low, from plenty Henny and Hydro Fuck a bitch and some clothes I gotta get rich, go platinum and do shows And get the dough Let's make a million Keep it real for triple-o Eyes low, from plenty Henny and Hydro Fuck a bitch and some clothes I gotta get rich, go platinum and do shows And get the dough My nigga, I can make a million Blindfolded with no shows Usin' no flows, just Arm & Hammer and fo' O's Gimme low doors and a connect that's never closed And watch me lock it down from North County to BenRos Fuck some mo-mo's Gimme hundreds from soft chrome On the Navigator equipped to click and log on I need that before its gone 'Fore they even bring it home Matter fact, I'll tell you whats in the back, its all wrong Two holes in the roof, to let the sun come in Matchin' leather car seat, in case my son get in A spare one off in the back in case he brings his friend Playstation just in case a nigga think he can win Let's make a million Keep it real for triple-o Eyes low, from plenty Henny and Hydro Fuck a bitch and some clothes I gotta get rich, go platinum and do shows And get the dough Let's make a million Keep it real for triple-o Eyes low, from plenty Henny and Hydro Fuck a bitch and some clothes I gotta get rich, go platinum and do shows And get the dough I gotta make a million Gotta get myself a million Gonna turn that into a billion If not, then I just won't die I say now, tho yo wrappas off in the air But only if the ice on your wrist cause glares I'm gettin' stares from dime bitches Is he alone? Where's his misses? One, two, three, four, five bottles of Cris's On the table, arms that's strong and ripped off the labels No more shows for free I'm pay-per-view like cable They all screamin' my name, different shades and race Take 'em all backstage and let them plead they case Make a million like Jigga, standin' in one place Sound scan like Thrilla without changin' my face They threw the weak plan B Says who? (says me) Then what's plan A? 'Cause plan B a bomb case Let's make a million Keep it real for triple-o Eyes low, from plenty Henny and Hydro Fuck a bitch and some clothes I gotta get rich, go platinum and do shows And get the dough Let's make a million Keep it real for triple-o Eyes low, from plenty Henny and Hydro Fuck a bitch and some clothes I gotta get rich, go platinum and do shows And get the dough I gotta make a million Gotta get myself a million Gonna turn that into a billion If not, then I just won't die All my Midwest niggas tryna make a mill Tho dem wrappas (And get the dough) And all my Dirty South niggas tryna make a mill Tho dem wrappas (And get the dough) And all my West Coast niggas tryna make a mill Tho dem wrappas (And get the dough) And all my East Coast niggas tryna make a mill Tho dem wrappas (And get the dough)