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The Plan
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Hip-Hop/Rap
The Plan was released on November 1, 2004 by Money Makin' Moghouls as a part of the album The Plan - Single
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Release DateNovember 1, 2004
LabelMoney Makin' Moghouls
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM77

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Vianey Samuel Henriquez
Vianey Samuel Henriquez
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
offsneak
offsneak
Producer

Lyrics

You don't make up for your sins in the church
You do it in the streets
You do it at home
The rest is bullshit and you know it
Yeah
CMV
Triple M
Let's go
I had a plan to get rich I made a list
Put a rollie on my wrist, bad **** on my right side
She always tell me I'm the ****, look at me like I'm a bad guy
I like getting caught in the mix
In the mirror I'm a rap God
Soon you'll catch me in the flicks, Big bands pockets full
Yeah cash by the truckload bands
**** I'm a young soul but all of my money old
Yeah always stood ten toes
Know why? I'm a grown man. Been through so much ****
I'm a warrior like Conan.
No competition You must be kidding
No chance Touching all this money
You would think that I have four hands
I want the lettuce so hold on the feta
Take your shot if you think you can do betta
All my life I've always been a go-getta
Only get to you if you let em'
Always go hard you'll win if you don't let up
I'm tired and fed up of bullshit
Whatever you call it I'm focused on ballin'
**** what you're involved wit
I'm thinkin of money and all of its causes
How to evolve it to the point that I end up on Forbes list
Gotta be around the guys doing it big
Unless you're a bad boy
In that case we ain't doing a thing
You not gonna catch me all up in the tabloids
What the **** these **** runnin' from
They got some money and went da da dum
I think the feds may be on to sum
Enough of that I was beefin' with ****
They ain't know I came with drums attached
I'm running **** by a couple laps
When I come around you'll have a sudden collapse
Yeah
No OVO but it's Savage time.
Can't lay down or spit average lines
Don't we know its GO
We deliver Sunday and the package mine
Went to ya show that **** was dead
You ain't even have a line
You ain't know that we ahead
Spin the block and spin it again
We don't stop till all bodies dead
Cold world I clipped some friends
That's what happens when you pretend
Yeah
I'm the champion
I'm outside you **** campin' in
Not official till I end up stampin' it
Don't take my style you fakes are crampin' it
Successful only cause I planned the ****
Now the man is rich
Can't catch me hanging with averages
Picked a skill and I mastered it
Cheese on my head like I'm on some Packer ****
If you're with the chatter quit
Paper like books and I'm flippin' through chapters quick
You're lookin' broke
Well ain't that about a ****
I knew you'd amount to ****
Always running your gums
Like you're bout to make a move
Yet you never make a move
And that's what I love to see
I know that there's more for me
We'll never live equally
What you think is pricey
Really cheap to me
Slaughter when you bring the beef to me
I move through all the hatin' easily
Pay the price shit ain't free for me
Cut you off you don't see the dream
Type of shit you do to lead a team
Have the faith feel like G-O-D
Written by: Vianey Samuel Henriquez
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