Lyrics:
[Intro- Lil' Flip]
You know how we do it man
Ain't to many people ballin like us man
I go by the name Lil' Flip
I'm in here with my dog Roy Jones Jr,
Standing on a lonely shore, beauty does unfold
Kissed by the dawning light, the sea is painted gold
Never seen alike before, innocent and pure
We
about time the world caught up with trick homeboy
Cause the war never stopped round here
Weapons of all kinds are homemade or supplied by cops
Drugs are
is Shirt
Well isn't it obvious can't you tell
Cust-form gifts I'm in the mail no tall tale
Ideas so big like the ocean we need a whale
Heavy load if
From nothing
Nothing to life
Life to death
Nothing to the skyscraper
To the wheel and Big Ben
And back again
And back again
And back again
vertrouwen"
Mocht ik in Londen trouwen hoop dat ik big ben
Een dikke klok om m'n pols, broer, omdat ik rich ben
Ben in het veld, mijn mannen schieten, jullie
big dog, they talkin' minor shit
Watch who you sidin' with (watch who you sidin' with)
We came in here alone, so we ain't lookin' for alliances (we
niggas egos is too big to fit in the picture
They hide behind they image
Too scared to look in the mirror
Don't see myself better than you
I know that
Old school chill with pocket and stocky
Big mash, ring you rapture like Koffee (brr, brr)
She but gyal wan' peck me, get doggy (yeah)
Rich now, man's
(Woah Kenny)
Yeah
So many shows last year, man mash bare work now they can't afford me (can't afford me)
Young and rich but the engines big so
I'ma gangster, bitch, I thought you knew
Like every other nigga up in my crew
Big Ced, nigga, fresh out the fed
Why you call that shit blue when that
bricks
'Cause I was up on Harrow Road pebbling this shit
And I'll tell you right now you'll be never getting rich
He used to have P's now he's begging
still on that hood shit
Post up by the liquor store, up the block from 8 to 4
My little nigga selling dope, it's GPL fuck you now
My Spanish Bousin
Still somehow I believe, we always survive.. but why?
[Nas]
To my dogs, wherever you are
What up Big? You know shit is rough after you slid
or leave it
You think of the price tag, revolution will see it
Comin around the corner and it can't be stopped
It's the big bad Mexican with the glock cocked
old school drops on gold feet
Roll sweets wit the bomb in it
Smokin' on bomb spinach
Ride by you wit the 100 spokes spinnin'
No linen, I'm just thugged
[Mr. Sancho]
This is for the riders for the south siders
The ones that get by the fuckin police when they find us
Rollin deep through your streets
called up
The shit I spit how shit get caught up
Get rid of mycrow bar before a person 14-5
The shit niggaz gotta do try 2 get high
As time fly by so
carry a
Four five auto, rich like lotto
The world is mine, or at least that's my motto
Chrome rims spinning, hoodrats grinning
Jesus piece around my neck
tracks on her arm.
Sick fuck in the ice cream truck,
Getting my big stick licked by the little sluts.
Sex Offender, don't question my gender,
I'm
carry a
Four five auto, rich like lotto
The world is mine, or at least that's my motto
Chrome rims spinning, hoodrats grinning
Jesus piece around my neck
Sure it's a wonderful life in the states
For the young who believe that the doughboy's
A friend of Bill Gates
Strike it rich and be nailed by
Will the 90's be another decade of apathy? are you just going
Sit by and watch things get worse and worse? no!
The rich will stop at nothing
Heather, the flyest girl in our school
I got a very large house, with an inground pool
I rock Polo and Abercrombie & Fitch, I'm rich
Pompous and arrogant,
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