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[Half-A-Mill]Quizzer saucer intention, glide in a hummer with theflying saucer engineWillied out in my crib in the winter havin cookoutsSmack my whiz, look outI`m like barnerbust, crap niggas try to conquer usThey mad, cuz they jump outta cabs and hop on the busCop wit us, Firm click rock the whole MetropolisBitches who burn dick, won`t put a stop to usNiggas who turn snitch, gotta runCoward you ain`t a part of usSend you flowers, you part of the dustHard to discuss, this ill life is hard to live upOnce you fall it`s hard to get upOnce you ball it`s hard to give upSee how it all started up from stick upsIn father`s Dodge pickup, it wasn`t really my fathersBut the pulley made it starter kick upThe money made even the hardest get stuckThe smartest get fucked, artist for what?This world inside a mega mirror, niggas ain`t promised tomorrowOnly thing you promised is projectsFall prophets, 50 cent beers, S.I.E. checksPrison bars, prison yards, knowledge thru wisdom GodLivin large, get with the ma, ain`t nothin personalStrictly a job, six in the heart, for six hundred lardWe gunnin hard, comin hard, hundreds and cars[Chorus: Half A Mill & AZ]Quiet money, retired moneyEarth, Wind & Fire money, or quiet moneyYou wanna die, try it moneySeven six and five moneyLive money, Ill Click to ride from meQuiet money, retired moneyEarth, Wind & Fire money, or quiet moneyYou wanna die, try it moneySeven six and five moneyProvide for my Fam and my Fam provide for my[AZ]Glaciers of ice, niggas in the race for they lifeRaisin the hype, for real niggas playin tonightBlazin the pipe, dope fiends will blaze at your wifeWho want what? Nigga, let`s engage in a fightBlow fire wit the gray seal, for laid real for this spit itSo niggas can hit it like Curtis MayfieldFront door shit, we pump raw shitPretty portraits, nickel plate gats that gorgeousOn the run away, flip and run, relax on SundayWho want a gun play? My mind only work one wayRose up a wise man, got love on the streets, I vanAnd never snitch, and never flip or even beat my manPlay the game for ya niggas, re-avenge ya shitE&J ya shit, cuz ya say ya rich, hahahahaSpit subliminal, school hustler, black criminalSmack ya general, even my bitch`ll clap ten to youMacs identical, barely react when I`m interviewedIn the Q, peep on ya niggas in the new[Chorus][Half-A-Mill]I still rock Gucci sneakers, money green to match my creamI don`t sleep, niggas just blast in they dreamsYou couldn`t match my teamYou ain`t original, you like a fluke, Ron Howard beamYou was rockin Bugle Boys, had nothin, like for shootin boysAll of a sudden you Super BoyYou just a pigeon in the coupPeace to them ill cats, livin the proof, manifestin the truthFirm affil`, landin jets on your roofExceptional, got a cess schedule, ganja festivalPrime line fish and vegetable, I`m skepticalMy man seen it thru his Cardiere spectacles, I`m tellin youThis BMW life is best for youThe ghetto brought out the hell in youThe heat took over the L in youCopers of the wilderness, put the spell on youWhat`s left of you? Caught in the game, is like a hex on youWhat`s next to do? Not every one`s chosen, just a fewI know it`s fucked up, when everyone`s holdin, except for youTough luck`s gotten the best of you, we livinHummer wit the flying saucer engine, satellite systemHype, travel at night, thru the ninth dimensionEvery word, precise wisdom, varies verbs in this life I`m livinMy dunn shoot dice in prison, I would like to mentionMy insight is like ice that`s glistenAnd took a page of my book and build PrincetonUniversity, I move for this paper personallyYou heard of me the first time your purchased a keyFeds got bitches, and niggas holdin bitches in g`sCut you arms off, in case you got shits up ya sleeveSplit up the cheese, I got hollow tips for the deesPimpin disease, my bitches swallow ships in the seaBlack marquise, you ain`t a player, you`se a car theftStomp you wit gators on, squash you like beefMake it hard for your heart to beatSpread ya hood, darken the streetsMarket the beats, push stars weekendPark in the streets, it`s heat

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