This how I creep on ya asses
See how the beat is building I creep on your asses
Just blaze
Let me show y'all what the fuck I mean
Uh uh, jigga man, ya heard
Amillion, ya heard
Rocafella, ya heard
The dynasty, let's go
All my ladies
That's right
You pop cris
That's right
You a hot bitch
That's right
Make that nigga trick
That's right
Get that dough ma
That's right
Let 'em know ma
That's right
Soon as you learn how da drive
Make 'em put you in a five mommie
Yo, you got dough
That's right
Let it show
That's right
If the money's slow
That's right
You know the rest yo
Buck, buck, buck
For my thug niggas
Yeah
Bust a slug niggas
Yeah, yeah
Fuck that get money
Bitch
Show love, niggas
Jigga man got Grammys so grams, cops cannot stand me
Ladies want me to put cock in they hot panties
Big man on campus, six sedan
Over 100 million made niggas shipped and scanned
Niggas cannot stop, knocking that big pac
Banging that big punch, poppin' my big gun quick
Run duck as soon as the gun bust
Forget where I'm from be coughin' ya lungs up
Robbin Hood in the big truck, pickin' the bums up
I never know when I can be down on my dumb luck
But the flow so tough I've been beatin' the drums up
Been hot so long like I'm heatin' the sun up
Wanna come up ones as I'm beggin' niggas to run up
So I can take this heat and bang you ta next summa
Number one rapper dippin' mo mos'
Don't make me come press ya wit' this fo fo, nigga
Ladies
That's right
You pop cris
That's right
You a hot bitch
That's right
Make that nigga trick
That's right
Get that dough ma
That's right
Let 'em know ma
That's right
Soon as you learn how da drive
Make 'em put you in a five mama
Yo, you got dough
That's right
Let it show
That's right
If the money's slow
That's right
You know the rest yo
Buck
For my thug niggas
Right
Bust a slug niggas
Right
Fuck that get money
Right, right
Show love, niggas
That's right
Amillion make allota tricks
Hop skip
The hottest whip
Copped it
Prada shit
Rocked it
Got the cris
Pop it
Can ma spit
Locked it
The roca clique
Got us
Like Jane's cartoon's
Get props for props too
Give you something you can feel
Can't keep still
Tryin' ta see Amil
Dollar, dollar bills
Five inch heels
Bitches wanna grill
Me and my labelmates
Be makin' these cats hate
Oh, come, come now
Wanna know where I'm from now
Her's a little run-down
Bk ta uptown
Pockets kinda plump now
Haters get the thumbs down
No need for all that, I never keep small stacks
Alright y'all lights out
Floss with the ice out
Brag with the price out
Red I flights out
Overseas hideout
More inside out
My bitches time to slide out
It's ladies night out
All my ladies
That's right
You pop cris
That's right
You a hot bitch
That's right
Make that nigga trick
That's right
Get that dough ma
That's right
Let 'em know ma
That's right
Soon as you learn how da drive
Make 'em put you in a five mama
Yo, you got dough
That's right
Let it show
That's right
If the money's slow
That's right
You know the rest yo
Buck
For my thug niggas
Right
Bust a slug niggas
Right
Fuck that get money
Right, right
Show love, niggas
That's right
It's roc-a-wear, nigga
I got clothes, stop it, I got hoes
Black, Asian, Malaysian, Spanish mulattoes
Look, I got whips, 4 dot 6, 6 drop shits
Bentley cop pits
While y'all pop shit
Any nigga that tell you money
Is the root of all evil ain't got shit
You a lying bitch, you rather live poor
I rather die rich, 'nough said
Mami girl, keep the doo rag
You know bag and shoes match
Get niggas for a few stacks
Quick to run through that
Broke niggas boo that
Bought my whole crew rap
The record I don't play around, bitch I lay it down
Shit, I only roll wit'
Those who can go get
6 double 0 whips
Niggas that tips
Ice had ya hoes trip
Daddy, let ya dough flip
Fuck with loose thugs
Go collect them dubs
All my ladies
That's right
You pop cris
That's right
You a hot bitch
That's right
Make that nigga trick
That's right
Get that dough ma
That's right
Let 'em know ma
That's right
Soon as you learn how da drive
Make 'em put you in a five mama
Yo, you got dough
That's right
Let it show
That's right
If the money's slow
That's right
You know the rest yo
Buck
For my thug niggas
Right
Bust a slug niggas
Right
Fuck that get money
Right, right
Show love, niggas
[Amil & Solé]
Uh, Amil-lion, Solé
Major Coins, yeah
What what, uh uh
Roc-a-fella, y'all
[Solé]
Uh, uh, uh
Lyrical, blink your eye, the storm
Never saw me comin' but I made sure you was warned
In a blaze I run a gun high, I'm soundin' a horn
See my glarin', stunnin' runnin' by negative four
When I see you shunnin', gimme when I need it or I take it
Fuck game, pass the blame, ain't no need to be fakin'
Motha-fuckas want to bring it to the point where I'm brakin'
Feel the wrath in the heart nigga, ain't no mistakin'
Do away until the corn comin', follow the rain
In it goes, swallow pride like you swallow my pain
Where the grain, feel my fire, don't you wish you was tame
Can't you say it, made it clear, keep em yellin' my name
Solé, play the cards I was dealt in the game
Take it how you figure mini keep it, standin' the flames
Basil, how you live it for clear it, nothin' the same
360, kept em after dark, knowin' I came
Stay fuckin' wit me
1 -[Amil]
My bitches light it up, it don't stop
We gon' make it happen till the last one drop
My niggaz light it up, it don't quit
In the new millenium, don't check no shit
My bitches light it up, it don't stop
They gon' know we ran when we let the guns pop
My niggaz light it up, it don't quit
First one move be the first one hit
[Amil]
Something's about to jump off
Foxy lady, safety's come off
In tight situations we niggaz run off
Done off, when the guns go off
Blaow, 'bout to light shit up
Quicker than cops write shit up
If it get to hectic then you might get stuck
Locked and tied up
While the key players still keep playin'
Never burn bitches cause you might need faces
Bust seven caps, stack the three layers
Or the house by the mile before see neighbors
Suspects, what the fuck next?
I double up tecks like I shuffle up decks
Move relationships for those who cut checks
I want what I want, nothin' less
Yeah yeah, Amil-lion, nigga what?
Repeat 1
[Solé]
Light it up, see me callin' your bluff, knuckle up
Lightning struck when you thought you was buff
What the fuck?
Try to put it down harder than us
Better duck nigga, head stoned like it was puff
? run up
Let me show you we ain't playin' in here
Times up, give it up, we gon' play on your fear
One up, two ahead, made it perfectly clear
Solé, mother-fucker, should've switched it in gear
[Amil]
How you like me now
A little more feisty now
Don't be mad 'cause I'm icy now
Just imagine what the price be now
Whoa, I come wit, make mouths drop
Got ya suckin' your teeth, poutin a lot
Wherever I bring it I crowd the block
Amil-lion and Solé, ain't about to stop
Repeat 1
Repeat 1
[Amil & Solé]
That's right, uh
Amil-lion
Solé
Major Coins import the grain
Marvin Gaye, Desert Storm (yeah, what, uh)
2000
For that ass
85, uh-huh, uh
Yeah
Repeat 1
Repeat 1
My life
Is in the arms of the man upstairs
Through trials and tribulations
He'll always be there
You see I know he loves me
And I know he cares
And he'll bever put more on me
Than I can bear
[Verse 1]
Is it a blessing to live or a blessing to die?
Let me finish out this hell with no questions why
I should be happy I'm on and dressing fly
But is the game changing me for the extra pie
If you could look into the life I live
Three sixty catching up to all the trife I did
Got my people up north trying to slice the bid
While I'm in love with a nigga with a wife and kid
Maybe if my pops ain't abandon me
I wouldn't let so many niggas take advantage of me
Using me some even put their hands on me
I wonder what the most high got planned for me
My life line getting shorter when I look in my palms
Swore I'll be nothing like my biological mom
She ain't raise me so naturally I never felt a bond
At 16 got my GED never saw a prom
[Chorus]
I been weak and I been strong
I been through the fire, I been through the storm
Try to do right and I know I do wrong
Just be happy for me when my life is gone
Cause no more hurt and no more tears
There'll be no more pain and no more fears
No more people in my face that's not sincere
So smile 4 me when I'm no longer here
[Verse 2]
At a young age I let the world turn me out
Pellets and purple haze been burnt me out
A hard knock life is all I learned about
Trying to eat the only thing I be concerned about
Telling my youth everything happens for a reason
Let him know ain't that his father wanted to leave him
If it wasn't for the streets he'd still be breathing
Trying to raise him myself but I know he need him
Me and my seed used to live off mostly welfare
Only two checks a month for us both to share
I remember making sure that the coast was clear
So I could boost us some muthafucking clothes to wear
Had to hustle 'cause them food stamps just wasn't enough
Upstate back to Broadway gott to go re-up
All this fast cash only turned the heat up
Can't afford to get knocked but who gonna feed us
Chorus
[Verse 3]
Can't shake these thoughts of suicide
Anyone I ever loved or was close to died
Ones I trusted or thought was being true lied
A lifetime of tears but only a few I cried
Try to take my past stick it up on a shelf
But my actions stem from all the pain I felt
I'm just trying to make the best out the hand I dealt
If I fall who can I turn to for help
Hope my man with me or with my health
Will he be there through good and bad sickness and health?
Does he want the real me or somebody else?
I been in wars just so I don't jurt myself
Now that I'm on most can't stand me now
They was happy when I rocked all them hand me downs
When I need them funny how they can't be found
That's why the most high's my only family now
[Amil]
nigga you ain't told me nothing i ain't heard and
action speaks louder than words and
said you would treat me right
they said you be sweating every freak in sight
yeah i know, one day you gon marry me
yeah i know, you want to have your seed
yeah i know, don't worry, 'cause there is no other
yeah i know, and you can't stand your baby mother, right
oh, you never felt this way before, huh
wanna keep me in the gucci stores, huh
what happened to them minks and the diamond rings
lying ass nigga, you ain't buyin me things
nigga don't tell me i'm your flyest bitch
if i can't get the keys just to drive the whip
if i ain't the one you take on the private trips
if you got it like you say you do then provide them chips nigga
chorus
[Jay-z]
we'll always be togetha
no one can fuck you betta
[Amil]
yeah nigga i heard this all before
yeah nigga i heard this all before
yeah nigga you drive me crazy
i wanna have your baby
[Jay-z]
yeah bitch, i heard this all before
yeah bitch, i heard this all before
[Jay-z]
i thought you ain't like rap
you was deceiving me
all you do all day is watch BET
actin like you ain't recognize when you met me in the ride
mispronouncing my name, squinting your eyes
you shouldn't play games wit pimp like i
now that i gained you, i'm supposed to sympathise
yeah i know, you hait parties and you never go out
yeah i know, you a nun and you stay in your house
yeah i know, well can you please do me this favor
how you been with three rappers and six ball players, tell me that
shit, we both gamin eachother
lying through our teeth, both blaming eachother
i tried to front on you i take you to my rest
you tried to front on me actin like you ain't impressed
i'm tryin to see if the coochie's propa
you trying to score your self a gucci parka
and that new shit from prada
you tryin to get a rich baby father
i'm tryin to forget you by tomorra
this ain't rocket science
ain't no rock buyin, just a hard rock lyin
and stop frontin like your shit is real
you get your game from oprah and lauryen hill
and if you are a nice girl, and i read you wrong
look, i'm sorry if i lead you on, ok
[Amil]
nah nigga, you ain't got to apologize
i knew that bitch want your cousin on your father's side
i mean damn, you don't even let me answer your cell
i mean damn, why i still got to ring the bell?
i find girl phone numbers and you say they your mans
when i call you don't even know who i am
so you can go ahead wit all that game you throw me
don't tell me, motherfucka show me
Yo, ever since I known you, you been out to get me
Acting like my peeps, but I know that's how you tricked me
Love to see me get high, love to see my tipsy
Heard you even wanna stick a little chip in me
You been trying to play me close ever since my shine
Wanna take me to dinner, feed me shrimp and swine
You said, "Amil I want you to meet a good friend of mine
His name is Money and we partners till the end of time"
Introduced me to your clique, hate, envy, lust and greed
Said you want the whole world in ya custody
And if I give you my soul you'll give me luxuries
Said you could hit me up wit power, it's just up to me
I turn you on when I'm in short skirts and tight jeans
You want my kids to write Santa and celebrate Halloween
Told me sell my people crack and get rich off fens
You love the number six but hate the number thirteen
We'll have some quarrels
Some disappointments
And a whole lot of problems
And you will except me
You wanna, be the one to pick me up when I fall
Told me hang Casear bojease on my living room wall
It was always something bout you that made my skin crawl
You turned me into a player and showed me how to ball
You give me rewards when I rob and steal
Want me to abort my babies and get on the pill
You put burners in the hood so each other we kill
I see your eye watching me on the dollar bills
When I got the scoop on you, it just made you mad
Cause I moved out your crib, packed all my bags
Them days I turned to you was the days you laughed
You used to smile every time I pledge allegiance to the flag
We speak now and then but we ain't smacking hands
You be up in the clubs asking me for a dance
Still trying to convince me to go cheat on my man
Begging me to please give you just one more chance
We'll have some quarrels
Some disappointments
And a whole lot of problems
And you will except me
When we was kids you was the one who taught me how to lie
Said I could always use you as my alibi
And you kept me from knowledge, wisdom, and the most high
Had me believe God had blonde hair and blue eyes
Our relationship went sour since I found the truth
You know you can't have me so you fuck with my youth
You got all my phones tapped, I gotta talk at booths
I learned an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth
You built Sodom and Gomorra for us all to live in
When we was cool you used to tell me all your visions
Like how you gonna rule the nations under one religion
You got this New World order, it's like a big prison
You said you wanna be worshipped from noon to noon
Nothings gonna get better is what we all assumed
Cause nights is getting shorter and it's snowing in June
I see you working overtime cause you out of here soon
We'll have some quarrels
Some disappointments
And a whole lot of problems
And you will except me
We'll have some quarrels
Some disappointments
And a whole lot of problems
Remember when we met like a year ago?
When I was milkin' out trix like cereal
Fuck a Chon Don Nectar Imperial
Treat me right I'll show you wifey material
Never would of thought we'd get down like this
Said you never been this happy til you found this bitch
At the Ritz countin' stacks like pounds was flipped
In the morning go shoppin let me bounce the 6
Get a kiss on the lips when I'm around your clique
Get the feeling one day you'll be crownin this
You inspire me to lace all the nouns I spit
Compared to you them other cats don't amount to shit
Always kept it wet like Bangladesh
Turned me out like mesh when you spank the flesh
Got me rotten tricken 50% and bank the rest
Your name chipped out on my tennis anklet
Chorus:
You treat me right
You make me smile
I know you care
No one could compare
You show me love
You got my back
You always here
No one could compare
Ain't no nigga like the one I got my nigga
And that's from the heart my nigga
Cuz you brought me from the slums to the top my nigga
Show these bitches what you got done to my watch my nigga
Ain't a millionaire who could take your place
Got me screamin out your name when we shake and bake
Who dat on the other line nigga? make em wait
Everybody told me don't fuck wit you
But despite all the rumors I'm in love with you
Nothing's ever too little or too much for you
If you ever leave I wouldn't know what to do
Shit you for me open like the bank accounts
Started screenin calls, stopped hangin out
Everything about you got me blankin out
You keep satisfied plus franklyned out
Repeat chorus
You think you was the first to ever make me nut
Be callin you daddy like you raised me up
Maybe one day we'll have a lil baby us
Growin up listenin to jay-z and stuff
Cuz what we are- is a perfect combo
We done come too far- to let this go
It ain't gotta be a star- to be in my show
When my man needs me I run to it
When my man calls me I jump to it
Give up everything if it come to it
Got a ring on my left hand with lumps through it
You my best friend, confidon, other hand
Up in the bubble bath, makin each other laugh
I doubt,- if I could ever give anotha the ass
Ya'll mad- cuz this ain't what most lovers have
[Verse 1]
Call this bitch yor nigga when time is rough
I lost a lot when you fell, life is hard to bluff
You think its hell where you at
Shit its hell on the streets
You maintaining in the Bing, I'm surviving to eat
Don't think am wilding, flexing whips and stuff
Thinking I'm lost laying down
Sex for trips and stuff
I'll admit it I'm use to the finer things,
We had major names even on the minor things
Everywhere we went, mad bitches sizing me up
You know they tight now, shit I get to drive the trucks
But I wish you were spreading it riding it rough
I think I miss that more then you buying me stuff
Since you got knocked your man tried to hollar at me
And those nigga's you stuck, they throwing dollars at me
But you know this gaming, and Im just keeping it real
Holding you down until you back on the field
[Chorus 2x]
Feels like I do
I feel when feeling down
In the ground feeling down
It can be most anyday
[Verse 2]
Don't worry 'bout these streets I'm conrolling these grounds
I might slip and miss a V-I but I'm holding it down
Got the kids to take care its hard out here
And its tearing my heart to play my part out here
I seen that snitch and you know I got plots 4 years
And your bid make me feel like I got the chair
But ain't nobody tapping this I rather tap my own
Watching tapes we made while I'm resting alone
Wishing you home, pictures of you flipping the chrome
What kind of chic will leave her man when he out the zone
Me without you is like a stickman without a silencer
Got me X-ing off days on the calendar
I miss loading the glock so you could control the block
I miss watching you work the dogs to tighten the lock
Think of the time boo pushing it like a 6 double o
You get your weight up I'm a drain you once they let go
Chorus
[Verse 3]
I can see us back on the bricks, me on your shoulder
Letting bitches know they wishes to have you are over
So you ring your broads while you locked away
I know its hard for a nigga on top not to play
See Amil's the one you kept draped in ice
I'm the one waiting silk down caked in spice
Waiting for your calls or my box to vibrate
Hoping you want me to come scoop you not being more weight
I fell from Gucci sandals back to no name brands
From a six and a mansion to beating the sands
Staying true make ends meet to have enough for the love I take
All-savage and stuff
Have a brick where most F.E.D.S. dare to touch
Fear none to see the cash, and us popping the clutch
Chopping a Dutch-flip cop twice as much living low key
A minute then heist and stuff
If I have to wait while you gone I'm a take what comes
If you don't see cash, know its hard in the slums
[Verse 1]
I'm on the up and up to hot to touch nigga
The narcs couldn't stop the rush
Smuggled in the package tight
I'm 98 a gram leaving attics nice
I get 5 you dont get half a mic
Been known to cut ass for the added hype
And I pop too much shit to be the marriage type
Get spoiled even when I'm not acting right
Can't nobody come with the style I bring?
Piece hanging on the chain just a dangling
Motorola 2-way so the cell don't ring
Crush R&B; and I don't even sing
No reference and no pro tools
Till I'm up in my hersh
I'm a show and prove
Got up in the game and made my own rules
Put heat on the reels until I blow the fuse
Chorus
All Money is Legal Baby
And what, and what
All Money Is Legal Baby
What 'chu thing, what 'chu know abut this
All Money Is Legal Baby
The higher the price
The hotter the rhyme
[Verse 2]
Amilliyon doper than heroin
Shoes got to be Gucci wht the fresh pair on
Spend up doe til its damn near gone
Lay it down get spins all year long
You know I run through them papers quick
You know I rock them glaciers sick
Chilling waiting for these shares to clear
I'm the only hot bich you gonna hear this year
You know I ass kick with no practice
Any joint I'm on automatic classic
Niggas pay me just to do ad-libs
And I move the crowd like I move to Saks Fifth
If I'm a gonna flash rocks then I'm a stash glocks
If I'm a gonna talk shit
then I'm a walk it
All money is legal now
I'm with Hov, Bleek and Sigel now
Chorus
[Verse 3]
Give me my cue and I'm ready to roll
Take a little ghetto celebrity stroll
Floss with the minks to heavy to hold
Baggettes be whoa, I gets me doe
I'm an uptown swinger
With the light blue on the pinkie finger
Amilliyon 'bout to shake some ass
I'm crack packed in till it break the glass
Keep crates of papes, in the steel encased safe
Watch doe accumulate like real-estate
And you know I gotta keep tricks up the sleeve
Leav'em bankrupt with blue balls till the dick bleed
Save all receipts write it off quickly
If I'm a ball I'm play up in the big leagues
Never fold when the pressure come
You could put Amil up against the best of 'em
[Amil]
Oh shhhh
Yo Jon-John this track is crazy
[Jon-John]
You know how i do
Browntown, Roc-A-Fella
[Amil]
Where my ballers at? Where my thugs at?
Where my fellows at?
Where my coins at? Where my bitches at?
Where my ladies at?
Where my ballers at? Where my thugs at?
Where my fellows at?
Where my coins at? Where my bitches at?
Where my ladies at?
Let me know what tha deal, keep it real
If you wanna build
Ain't nothing wrong with a roughneck
Rockin' dirty Timbs, baggy jeans, and a nice chest
What you do on the low?
You Bling-bling
You's a thug for sure, I want ice cold ice, hit me off
Wanna break me off, you gotta break me off
Break me off
Chorus:
However you wanna get down
I can get down, baby, like you get down
You know I don't play around
If you got diamonds, maybe we can get down
However you wanna get down
I can get down, baby, like you get down
You know I don't play around
If you got diamonds, maybe we can get down, get down
Can I live? Let me live, you want me
Then you gotta give
I'm a bad girl, such a bad girl
Not a hot girl, but a rock girl
Drive a drop girl
Hair is done, body's right
You wanna touch cause I'm just that tight
We can roll, we can stroll but I gotta let you know
I ain't giving out without doe
Chorus:
So if you wanna get with me
Then diamonds is what I need
You are what I need
And if you want to make me happy
Then give me some of your cream
Give it to me baby, give it to me, give it to me
[Amil]
Rap:
Uh huh, yeah
Amilliyon, Major Coins
It be the brokest niggas always talking shit
I don't even notice niggas who can't offer shit
What that look like, a broke nigga flossin this
Major Coin, meaning high costing bitch
Only a baller in fact can keep me in the minks
To the small of my back, I'm just keeping it real
Letting y'all know from the gate, no papes, no scrapes
You ain't hungry for it, no plates
Mother fucker you'll get clowned first
Treat you like a corner scrub slinging an ounce of dirt
Think about it, what sound worse?
Telling my Coins you broke, or you drowned the purse?
See only official bitches wifey of a rich nigga
A smart bitch, fuck with no trick niggas
Them grimy bitches fuck with stick niggas
And a dumb bitch just fuck you for your dick nigga
This ones for the family
[Incomprehensible]
For the dynasty, a million
[Incomprehensible]
Check it out, yo
Aiyo, this time it's for my family, we ride or die
It's in the blood 'til the death, now aim for the sky
My four blow fo show, fo doe, for only
It's money, drugs and hot slugs you know bleek
Squeeze hammers t'il they nail me, fuck what niggas tell me
Street scholar, keep firin' is what they tell me
Drug chemist, thug nigga be named Memphis
Straight from da borough of dem B.K. niggas
Where we rob for the fun of it, hustle for the drug of it
Rap money in rubber-bands, just for the love of it
Straight from my ghetto, we listen to heavy metal like
Desert eagles, street sweepers, loud metal
It's hit an run now, motherfuck anyone of you
We dem niggas be in ya crib just like furniture
Pop up with the gun in ya
Release one for zero-zero M Bleek R O C dot com
This philly cat back at it
Still throwin' crack at it
Still fuckin' with them crack-atics
Still bust 'em with them black matics
It's ain't the bucks, it's the rush
You tryin' to get my ass at it
They say I think ass backwards
Fuck how I act, as long as I stack, it's all mathematics
Our tracks nice, hug the block ta tract dice
Late night, club night, mac attract dikes
I pull up, Cadillac truck nice
Two guns, you know mac pack gat twice
Gets that crack back wit that ice
No joke wit the coke, I wips that right
No doubt, never droubt, gets that price
It gets that nice, when you live that live
Papi knows yours name
And you ditched that wife
Nigga it's gets stacked green nigga
It gets stacked chain nigga
I get forty G's a feature now
Hold Franklin's like a Aretha now
In the SL two seater now
And I'm in nuthin' but diamonds
I'm the illest female that you heard thus far
Five-five with the thirty-four B-cup bra
I fuck wit dem cats who ain't up to par
I get niggas for cash, clothes, jeweleries, plus cars
I'm talkin' rent money, I'm talkin' bank money
I'm talkin' Martha Keats step of with the rent money
Movin' on up, two in the sauna
Still ride through the block, pull up on the corna, plus
Give me an inch so I can take a mile
I bring life like a new born naked child
Bitches tryin' ta come up, gotta wait a while
As of now, Amil-lion just played ya style, you dealin' with, nigga
The, the roc, the the, the roc
(Let me talk to y'all niggas real quick)
The, the roc, uh uh, the roc
Yo, y'all niggas truly ain't ready for this dynasty thing
Y'all thinkin' Blake Carrington, I'm thinkin' more like "ming
I got four nephews, and they all right in
They all young and wild, plus they all like things
And I'm havin' a child, which is more frighting
But y'all about to witness is big business kid
Big bosses, cocky, and big benzsesses
Come through flossin'em shiny rims it is
An office don't pop up in their sentences
I think you understand what type of event this is
I don't think you know I focus young Memphis is
Or I see was so real, when you add on Amil
This is much more than rap, it's black entrepreneur
Clothin', movie, and films, we come to conquer it all
Roc-A-Wear, eighty mill like, eighteen months
You could bullshit wit rap if you want, muthafuckers
When it's all said and done, we gon' see what's what
Holla at Hov, I'll be in the cut what
It's the, the roc, the the, the roc
It's the, the roc, the the roc
You rollin' with the roc
Dynasty niggas, that's right like no other
It's the, the roc, the the, the roc [Incomprehensible]
It's the, the roc, the the, the roc [Incomprehensible]
[Incomprehensible]
DJ Clue
(Jay-Z)
New Shit
(Uh, huh, check it out now)
Road Dawgs
Amil, Eve, Da Brat
(Amillion, E-V-E)
Jay-Z
First Lady, check it out, uh yo
Don't watch me nigga watch my bitches
Yeah, yeah, Roc-A-Fella that's the clique
Nigga don't watch me better watch my bitches
I stay sick wit'
Each [unverified] flow like liquid shit
Harder than the dick get
Nigga flew his whole clan just to get wit'
One touch nigga fiend for the clit lick
Don't leave 'em nothing but a quick fix
Me and money makers be the first pick and
Do the dirt quick and
Sexy thug keep get me warm make my toes twitch
Only fuck wit' the raw you should know this
Ruff Ryde, but you scared of the stallion
Scheme for cream, me and Amillion
Carry rockets in my pockets, better step back
Put holes in ya back you can bet that, hustle for the dollar
Eve, like to cut you, make you holler
Play cuts for bucks and watch 'em pile up
You want more?
See me in the drop top it's on
Peach color pony head course
Player instinct, learned from my dogs
Save ya money baby, I'ma take you to the mall
And I buy you something small
Maybe something negligence
Cartier, came fast in small things
What I need to survive is a peace of the pie, feel me
E V E, capitalize
Taking the shit, making it mine
Big niggas in the game that'll let us find
Put me up against anybody I shine
Taking my time for this line for line
Mad chart thugs wit' yours crime for crime
Real bitches keeping it raw, about time
Where my hoes in this house
Who hold they niggas down
Who roll hard, y'all my road dawgs
(Hey)
Where my ladies in this place
Who hold they niggas space
When he locked up, throw ya baby glocks up
(Owh)
Where my hoes in this house
Who hold they niggas down
Who roll hard, y'all my road dawgs
(Hey)
Where my ladies in this place
Who hold they niggas space
When he locked up, throw ya baby glocks up
(Owh)
Crush shit before I even touch shit
Wit the princess cuts and shit
My niggas, Roc-a-Love for me
Haters, make you think you can fuck wit' me
This rap shit is like drugs to me
Nigga, need a fix leave it up to me
All Money Is Legal
Roca y'all know how we do
First class, all stretch out
Or, S-Class all sexed out
Got the cash, let's be out
Bitch gone only do joints wit the best out
Most niggas can't handle me
So I strictly fuck wit' family
Sports to death, ask Jigga
Don't I only deal wit a high class nigga?
It's a turn off if my cash bigger
Don't blame me, blame my last nigga
Mother fucker kept me laced from the feet up
Started off wit a pair of V studs
I be wifey no pre-nups
Still ended up wit the SE what
Windows down, seats back
Can't catch me wit' a sweet track
Co-writers don't need that 99 and I still ain't meet my match
Feel me huh? New Your and Philly huh?
The only ones that had a chance
Was the ones wit' the cash advance
Where my hoes in this house
Who hold they niggas down
Who roll hard, y'all my road dawgs
(Hey)
Where my ladies in this place
Who hold they niggas space
When he locked up, throw ya baby glocks up
(Owh)
I tell 'em like this
Ain't to many mother fuckers bad as me
Bust at a nigga wit' a rhyme
Or a nine wit' a tragedy
When it cause catastrophes, will actually 'cause you to bleed
Fuck up anything you breathe, pass the weed
If a nigga proceed to step outta line, I'm a gradually
Fill his anatomy wit' bullet holes in his behind
I happen to be the type of bitch
Get a grudge I don't budge and shit
And look at what I did in life as a kid
Wit' thugs and pents
Now I got the knowledge of a college mother fucker
Wit' a scholarship
At any degree my temperature get, boiling hot to freezing
When I release, you can see the reason, I'm so cold
Niggas continuously rolling me beats to choke on
Tryna get a smoke on
High, 'cause I have to get it
When you can never see me coming the Devil's Advocate
Material hoe, keeping niggas dropping they draws
And fiending for more
Surrounded wit', diamonds around the wrist
Cruise the town in my six, bruising them every time I hit
And I ain't tryna quit
If I do, you can never find another to fill my shoes
I prove you can't duplicate this
Attempt to and lose
This little nigga been rocking the basement since I was about two
Pick up the pace quick, why worry about a replacement?
When I stepped in came wit' my feet in the pavement
Leave niggas in amazement
And guess what the ingravement say?
Capital B R A T was here and got paid all year
In a major way, fuck what the haters, fuck the tabloids
I spit on niggas, who try to steal my joy
Where my hoes in this house
Who hold they niggas down
Who roll hard, y'all my road dawgs
(Hey)
Where my ladies in this place
Who hold they niggas space
When he locked up, throw ya baby glocks up
Amil-lion, yeah Roc-a-fella
What? Huh, uh-huh
Yeah-yeah, yeah, I got that
Uh-huh, yo, yo
I make cats pay like lay-way, own like they stole
Deal with late pay and I got that from Hawk
Plus I got my own bread
You ain't gotta wave them over my head, I got that
And you can't leave me stranded
'Cause I got a ride back and besides that
What chick you know cock glocks back?
Eight in the back, they rockin' hot jacks
In high heels, mini skirts and thighs fat
My styles like the international
Pancake house or whatever avenue
I got that, uh I got that
Think I need you 'cause the rent is due
You can be outta here baby
'Cause I got it
I got it, I got it
'Cause cash, coupes, credit cards
All the exotic things baby
I got it
I got it, I got it
Ever since cats found out I ran with the Roc
They wanna take a closer look, wanna examine the box
Magazines want cameras to pop
Them gonna catch me in the nude like a Samantha Fox
Listen dude but I got dollars and cents
You don't gotta promise me to pay my rent, I got that
Catch me a drop black playing Speedy Gonzalez
Toes never unpolished
The way I be dressing dudes wanna toss the salad
The way I be dressing got broads acting childish
But I pay my own bills
Amil-lion always has and always will, y'all got that?
Think I need you 'cause the rent is due
You can be outta here baby
'Cause I got it
I got it, I got it
'Cause cash, coupes, credit cards
All the exotic things baby
I got it
I got it, I got it
I got that
The house that you live in
I got that
The bed that you sleep in
I got that
The Benz that you're driving
I got that
I got that
I got that
The ice that you're wearing
I got that
So why you complaining
I got that
Who you gaming?
I got that, I got that
I got that
Yo my life's still on, gas bill caught up
Indian Amil, call me chief running water
Cable still in order, phone still dials out
Money still long but my patience got shorter
You can leave baby give me everything I bought you
Like you leaving me was some type of torture
I don't need no man to
Do for Amil what Amil can do, you got that?
Think I need you 'cause the rent is due
You can be outta here baby
'Cause I got it
I got it, I got it
'Cause cash, coupes, credit cards
All the exotic things baby
I got it
I got it, I got it
Think I need you 'cause the rent is due
You can be outta here baby
'Cause I got it
I got it, I got it
'Cause cash, coupes, credit cards
All the exotic things baby
I got it
I got it, I got it
That's right baby
Amil-lion, uh
[Verse 1]
Amil outlaw fly indeed
Got every chic's man eyeing me
Think you could crush this try and see
Its the major coin i-n-c
And am too hot to just be warm
I start fire alarms from dusk to dawn
Catch me with the diamond clusters on
And Gucci feathered sandals with the mustard thong
Model Mommy
The body like a cola bottle mommy
Mulatto up in the galoino mommy
One in a Amiliyon killin' em
Might have to change my name to billioyn
Voice so ill you'll wanna speak my shit
Joints so hot you'll wanna leak my shit
Plus haters sneak peek my shit
But still I be the only one to freak this shit
[Chorus]
Y'all dead wrong
If you think you fuckin' wit this
And you'll know
That y'all got nothing on this
Y'all want that
or you want something like this
Those who hate
Yeah y'all just fronting on this
[Verse 2]
Why chicks don't wanna rap on the same song as me
You need a verse ma, its on me
See all this publishing belong to me
Just imagine how the second album gonna be
Non-stop party hopping
Roc roc rocs and keep on rocking
Everything I spit be popping
Anything Amiliyon want she copping
(Whoop Whoop) Ain't nothing change
And I play more ballers then them rucker games
Light gray studs, ring, watch, plus the chain
Will I ever be broke what's my name?
Have you ever seen a chick like this?
Ever heard one spit like this?
I dead 'em all put my word on that
All money is legal and I murder tracks
Chorus
[Verse 3]
Cute as a button
Can't tell this bitch nothin'
Ghetto fab whole click bubbling
Diana Ross the boss of the rock
Shit you know me I got to floss at the spot
Wit a dime as nigga who be tossing knots
Every bitch hating cuz I'm scalding hot
It can't be because I got begets on
Cause niggas love this bitch even with seats on
I'm the A-m-i-l-liyon
Strictly be on that shit major coins be on
I got joints making competition wanna drop dead
I got joints making you bop your head
I got joints that will have your eyes blood shot red
Fuck the doe I want my props instead
Stay real with it
Might pack stell wit it
You can hate but you still gotta deal wit it
[Amil]
I'm making it hard for these little rap chicks to come out
I'm coppin' whips you in the street with your thumb out
You wanna battle but when it's time to spit you dumb out
Singles I've touched been going platinum since the first one out
I put on seven niggas just to carry me on
Amilliyon say the hook let'em carry the song
I be the only bitch on the mic makin' it hot
With the smoke in the drop in the vacant lot
Since this bitch been in this game I been takin' spots
And if you hatin' me, shit you must be hatin' the Roc
Take it there yeah, I break it down like this
Ain't a bitch live who can make it sound like this
Don't make Amilliyon have to pull rank
Lyrics never on E, I keep a full tank
Any nigga that I fuck wit got my name in the bank
Yeah you heard me, he got at least my name in the bank
Chorus: 2xs
Everything I spit be raw
I be like 10lbs of coke and be quick to draw
And it's pure fuck Miami, it be Ecuador
For my peeps fuck a foot
I got they leg in the door
Yo, let's take it to the whips, bitch five or six
We could take it to the block flip dimes to bricks
Take it to the mic see who spit the livest shit
Who wanna take it to the streets to the nines and clips
I'm the bitch that won't skate when daddy empty the safe
Lie on the stand if Jake hem'em up with a case
Far as this rap shit fuck fame or shine or rhyme
I don't care who joint drop the same time as min
Chicks redo albums once they heard my buzz
Mother fuckers know, I'm a track murderer
So you could, pop shit bitch run your mouth
I know niggas that'll get you right in front of your house
For free and that's just on the strength of me
If you could touch Amil then you could mention me
You think Jay wrote this, that's complimenting me
I'm the best till somebody prove me differently
Chorus:
You got beef, let's put it all on the table
You want the hottest clique on the street
You know the label
You want the hottest bitch ever known I' willing and able
Could y'all broads be story tale like a Eastside fable
You want me to spit bitch make it payable
If you lucky if you'll be hearing back within a day or two
That's just comin from a chick who done paid her dues
Know I'm the hottest chick from kicks to the gator shoes
A yo, respect this shield of David piece on the necklace
Now who wanna take it to some next shit?
Hey yo I crush all bitches, eat up most niggas
Teach these rap broads, train gold diggas
You know I know niggas and you know I hld figures
We speak but that don't mean my niggas is yo niggas
We up in your spot strapped with the hoods on
I am Major Coins and any bitch I put on nigga
[Amil]
Uh, yeah
It's like....I don't know what to do
I mean, what should I do?
Uh, yeah, yeah yeah
See I've got lil secret
But I don't think I could keep it
Now when you first stepped to me
Didn't think you wanted to do me
Started taking me to dinner and the movies
Had me open off the minks and jewelry
Buying me things that you know I wanted
Begging me for loving and you know I fronted
Now we doing more then getting blunted
And we both know we shouldn't of done it
Because wifey at home and that's a no, no
How we gonna keep this on the low, low?
Try to let got but the tricking won't stop
Feels so good baby please don't stop
I'm not trying to disrespect her
But everybody know what's up except her
Chorus:
See I'm gone tell your girlfriend
That you been doing more than flirting
Where you at when you say you working
Yeah I'm gone tell your girlfriend
I know I'm not the only one claming you
Your girl did a good job training you
She could feed the kids and wash the clothes
She could cook dinner and mop the floors
Just keep giving me a lot of doe
And give me some loving before you gotta go
Once you get home your girl be beefin'
Wondering where you was this weekend
Her cousin told her that she seen us creepin'
I guess by now she know you cheatin'
She must of found my number cause she calling me
Couldn't talk cause her man was all in me
Told her call me back at a quarter to three
Now that's the way real players ought to be
Shall I tell her bout the S he ordered me
So hy you fuckin' with him?
Cause he can afford me
Chorus:
It was the money that made me get with you
But right now I'm trying to get rid of you
Cause you always at my house like I live with you
Wanna lock me down like I got kids with you
See I knew from the gate that you was taken
If I told you that I loved you, I was only faken
Shit it ain't like that I wanna keep you
But I'll beep you when I need you
Now who getting played better you than me
Cause I know you could never be true to me
If you did it to her you could do it to me
Start slippin' and you might be losing me
Fuck getting hair done and a manicure
That's for beginner bitches and amateurs
I want a house on the beach, couple whips and more
Motherfucker mow you know what Major Coins stand for
