Lyrics:
taken to the laudenum and faro
he walks the streets like velvet death with his daddy’s money on his breath
and a shame he cannot shake down in his
on my neck, chrome drop-top
Chillin' on the scene, smokin' pounds of green
Oooh-wee, you see, the ugliest
Money-hungriest, Brooklyn Loch Ness
Nine
on my neck, chrome drop-top
Chillin' on the scene, smokin' pounds of green
Oooh-wee, you see, the ugliest
Money-hungriest, Brooklyn Loch Ness
Nine
on the East Side
In the city by the sea
Bros killing bros while others getting money
Slowly falling off living life like zombies
Looking so stupid but thinking
Hi, my name's Ludacris, and I'm high as giraffe pussy
And I'm close to the edge, so yo' parents can come push me
I curse so much just to get on they
to the Bay you understand we doin' Big Thangs
Big thangs mothafucka big thangs fool. Check it out!
Aiight One O this E Feezee I gotta I gotta
to the Bay you understand we doin' Big Thangs
Big thangs mothafucka big thangs fool. Check it out!
Aiight One O this E Feezee I gotta I gotta
straight as log
And he empties his gun at the dirty dog
And he's hit by the smell
Of the black powder smoke
And the stand in the street at
The turn
backends too
Need it all by tonight so I can make my move
When it come to a bag you cant be no fool
Fell in love with the stripes
And see all mines blue
Huh
day
His queen smiled low and blissfully
Let's make some wretched fool to play
Plain it was she did agree
He send his deuce down into diamond
His four
Gotta get double like major league,
More money got me relaxing my sanity,
Never mess with my Niggas that's a tragedy,
Four am I be up planning my
unsuited to a godless fool—
how much worse lying lips to a ruler!
8 A bribe is seen as a charm by the one who gives it;
they think success will come
skrrt-skrrt-skrrt)
Boy, you hang with anybody, you kick it with lames (fool)
Killin' all his homies, got him wanna switch his gang (let's go, let's go, pussy)
the neck first
'Cause it hurts, get 'em where the blood squirts
Carve his whole face off and make him eat it
Chain him up by the foot in the basement,
I ain't got no friends
(take money) yeah, I'ma do this track
West side! (take money) MOB, Bad Boy killers
(take money) Ha ha haha, hey fat boy
(take
Think how you'll shine in that final encore!
Sing, prima donna, once more!
GIRY
Oh fools, to have flouted his warnings!
RAOUL
Surely, for her sake . . .
a fool
I done been, I done been thru
We aimed for, we aimed for this money
Where my, where my nigga at?
I heard he is in the yard
Where, where my Daddy
8 ball sipping, the bitches are flipping
Slow down, I hit a dipping, continue my tripping
Hitting my switches, collect from my bitches
The money that
Oh, really? Yeah
Oh, really? Yeah (racks)
I'm scared to break the top (why?)
I'm scared to make a mess because I'm watched by the cops (fuck
Everybody's got money probs
But who knows how to solve 'em
Sell ya soul or ya body, but
Everybody wanna hold 'em, tight
If money had a special
Had a son by his childhood girlfriend Maribelle
He lucked up with a gig for like 60 a year
Finally proposed Told her just give him a year
Months later
bout that hundred
By any means better get your money, I said
By any means better get yours
What kind of man let another man tell him how to feed his fam
the concrete
Older niggas I loved talked like they was above, maintaining a time sheet
That slow money, picked up the family business
By the age of thirteen,
lick on his belt
He been walking round poking his chest from all that adrenaline felt
That was just a lil' money he like when the next one
Rio like boy I
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