Broke Willies

[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