road to riches and diamond rings Real niggaz do real things Hangin with the honies is the song I sing Real niggaz do real things On the road to riches
B.I.G.) [Pain In Da Ass] [*gunshots*] OKAY, I'M RELOADED!!! You motherfuckers, think you big time? Fuckin with Jay-Z, you gon' die, big time! Here
? What? Throw it up, Throw up it Just don't give a fuck You must be out your mind, Slap it up and give me high five I'm getting rich, I'm looking fit
Cube] My skin is my sin, look at my complexion Section 8, erection great Balls like Ru Paul and a big fat plank Get you higher than a Spike Lee joint
they riches ain't like my riches (Murphey Lee) A yo, I'm Murphey Lee the school boy The civilized jewel boy I got not one, two, three, four, five, but
money... 'Bout these cars... these homes... these labels, clothes, sneakers... Big money shit... Now e'erybody tryna get rich... Then get rich nigga
'Hara Yo, Fox Boogie East New York Gambo, Brownsville Wizard, Fort Rockaway Big Jersey Connecticut, D.C., Sudan V.A. ?? N.C., L.A. So on and so on... Big
me I park my ride, and jump outside Roll up a joint, light it up and get high Cause we get lit, bet on pits to get rich They lock jaw, we stand by
it and hit them n-ggas where it hurts If I die today, remember me like John Lennon Buried in Louis, I'm talking all brown linen, huh [Verse 2: Rick Ross] Big
hit them niggas where it hurts If I die today, remember me like John Lennon Buried in Louis, I'm talking all brown linen, huh [Rick Ross] Big black
I'm a baller I hustle with my father It's the Birdman and Birdman J.R. Flip them birds man eighteen grand just order Eighty-five for half and forty-five
s Weezy Fuckin' Baby yeah straight up out da stroller [Verse 1:] Im higher than the solar system of the twizzle Im like Macaulay Culkin I was rich when
heat it up And when you bringin' me my cake you better speed it up [Chorus: R. Kelly] Fast life, I live, big cars, big cribs, speedin, I'm speedin' I
Gotti Floyd got'cha high off that Ecstacy [Verse Five] Yeah, what, what Aiiyo I come through stunnin Plus I'm gettin blunned in the new six-hundred Wit the big
the outfield, Lucille, switched cracks on shields She's a rich fiend, sacrifice her fam, shift them niggaz to Queens, Guess jeans she charged thirty-five
: [Mack 10] Yo, somethin dangerous man... (gangstaa...) [Chorus] Woooo, do you wanna pimp wit this guy Do a buck on a ninety-five Run with them hookers
roll your eyes like your shit don't stink So now it's time for a nigga clown your ass Because i can tell from the tattoos you's a high class hood rat