Letras:
Million Dead Plan B

Honestly, Why the hell are you standing there, And what the fuck are you waiting for? You expectant smile is starting to Get on my nerves. So tell me

da-ddy? [x4] [Bizzy - Verse 3] I chip in, cause I'm chillin enough Makin mill-i-ons, she wants some do, bitch NO! Go get a J-O-B Willin to help and

with the light Get it right, hold it tight, blast with all your might See we hustle for them grands til the early light Follw my plan on command, leave'em dead

the deal, son?" "I got bad news" Yo, by the tone of his voice, I heard the ill street blues "The friends who make you, them too can break you They plan

mutha fucka 9-Scrillion, bout ta make a million bucks (E-40!, E-40 man!) Ya Capable (B-Legit!) Eh, here ye here ye (B-Legit!) All the pimps, playas

it Latoya Edwards You're my pimp baby, you're my pimp baby (echoes) Spoken Pimpin hoes ain't dead, My eyes is red mother fucker Smoking trees and B

(B.G.) Boy, picture me com'n, shining my motherfuckin ass off Nigga I'm com'n in a Ram on 19's I don't want for nothin, livin the million dollar dream

them niggas all with the light Get it right, hold it tight, blast with all your might See we hustle for them grands till the early light Follow my plan on command, leave 'em dead

far as I can Nigga planned what I planned, my gun shakin' in my hand It's one way goin' gettin' money and the power Gotta think again 'cause my plan