[Chorus: X-1, Sticky Fingaz & All]
To all you rappers out there (With money and fame)
Rockin' in a foreign car (E'ryting brand name)
Broke Willies with no money (Keep runnin' ya game)
Can't forget all our thugs that's locked in chains
[Verse 1: Fredro Starr & X-1]
We ain't have shit growin' up (Hell, no)
Now we blowin' up (Word up)
Hundred G's a show, price goin' up
Ghetto struck, layin' in the cut with the metal MAC-11
(What?!) No cup, sippin' Amaretto 7 Up
The wet life, shit is liquid (Yeah!), my wife trippin'
My whole clique got shit to whip in, light switchin'
Benz-to-Benz skippin', superstar hittin'
Your whole world is ice rippin'
You nice livin', you like shittin', tricks trickin'
Roley with the inscription, watch a rich nigga glisten
From New York to LA — same shit, different day, mad cash to play
When I walk, my chains swing
My jewels swing heavily ill from Beverly Hills
I paid 20 G's — damn, son! It better be real
We pollyin' deals for 70 mills
Eatin' meals of Beverly pills
Now watch how the bubbly spills
[Chorus: X-1, Sticky Fingaz & All]
To all you rappers out there (With money and fame)
Rockin' in a foreign car (E'ryting brand name)
Broke Willies with no money (Keep runnin' ya game)
Can't forget all our thugs that's locked in chains
To all you rappers out there (With money and fame)
Rockin' in a foreign car (E'ryting brand name)
Broke Willies with no money (Keep runnin' ya game)
Can't forget all our thugs that's locked in chains
[Verse 2: Sticky Fingaz & Sonsee]
I grew up in the PJ's! And wore the same gear for three days (Yeah!)
Chipped in to get a blunt, got on and blew a mill in a month
I'm a low-life, though when I go shoppin', I don't worry about no price
(Or wear the same clothes twice!) Fuck the po-lice!
It's hydro stuff L's, six plus sells
Stones heavy on the scales themselves, XL
Straight G's, moneys and properties
Black FG-15's, grey M3's and OZ's
We OG's, always OT-in' on a low-key
Spit more game than Goldie, your bitch chose me
Suppose we most-ly do 'em slow-ly
We play 'em close-ly, state on city case (They get erased!)
I'm a sucker for a pretty face with a twenty waist
Who spins? I hit two twins in a blue Ventz
And we into short deals, a house on 4-wheels
'Cause white-collar crimes equal dolla-dolla signs
[Chorus: X-1, Sticky Fingaz & All]
To all you rappers out there (With money and fame)
Rockin' in a foreign car (E'ryting brand name)
Broke Willies with no money (Keep runnin' ya game)
Can't forget all our thugs that's locked in chains
[Verse 3: Fredro Starr, X-1, Sonsee & Sticky Fingaz]
Yo, we went from rags to riches, takin' pictures with mad bitches
(Yo!) You can get a autograph
Or one shot from the semi-auto pass
Rap niggas flippin' more than half's
Livin' it up, takin' all the cash (Givin' it up!)
We set it up, on the low, tinted up in the black Quest
Pass TEC's to the extras
From out the blackness, straight on the boulevard
Lookin' for somethin' to get my hands in
Got strippers dancin' in the mansion
Word up! That's how we operate (Uncut raw!)
The players coppin' fake coke gets stepped on twice
Put your money on the street niggas under the light
And hold yo' money tight
Kiss the dice (Stick 'em up), and roll 'em twice
Even rich niggas ass-betters so trife
We'll gamble all yo' life, 'til I couldn't see well, flip my V12
Flow a ki through the e-mail, it's a hundred thou' G now
I'm off the hook, I beat jail
Yeah, gotta eat swell, kick back, relax
Word up! Nigga laid up, bills paid up (C'mon!)
You should've saw Sonny when he pulled up in a 420
We got these cats on the sideline lookin' all funny
Gettin' no money 'cause they every day clownin'
We play around with thousands
A hundred G's when we countin'
A hundred G's a show, then we out, kid!
Word! Word up! Word!
[Chorus: X-1, Sticky Fingaz & All]
To all you rappers out there (With money and fame)
Rockin' in a foreign car (E'ryting brand name)
Broke Willies with no money (Keep runnin' ya game)
Can't forget all our thugs that's locked in chains
To all you rappers out there (With money and fame)
Rockin' in a foreign car (E'ryting brand name)
Broke Willies with no money (Keep runnin' ya game)
Can't forget all our thugs that's locked in chains
