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• Artiste: Jae Millz
• Titre: Live From Shaolin
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Cash flow, everything around me cool Get the money, dolla dolla bill, yo! Ever since a youngen I was told to go get it Fuck anybody who ain't with it Used to blame hayes for the heights on my homeboy's Civic On the West Side highway I want the cream, no latte These young shooters do what I say I'm something like Ma Jackson Team full of warriors, team full of storiers That's why your girl rode the bus for States Like she on tour with us Now let me Switch my flow and bring it back on them True flow I reveal, never react on them Millz go to work like the shirt tucked in the slacks on 'em Your men hicked my killers pressed relaxed on them Big guns blow his chest through the back of 'em I know you thinking why his team wasn't in back of them Back on my bag with these niggaz, send them to the pussies, Send them pads on these niggaz And let them know Millz ain't nothing to fuck with That ain't no skill, motherfucker, that luck shit Know a couple of Puerto ricans that would cut you Put a gun in your faces Ten times out of ten stitches with the cases 7.50 be my BBS, that's the basis Presidential face lift! New condo in the Woods, hell is spacious Three free hoes begging me to tape it Millz flow is so so death, you can't escape it Colorado beats, like Toby, yeah, I rape it Now who wanna be my dinner? I kill niggaz like that house in Virginia And I ain't even take off my coat yet Haters get it, I ain't even take my dick out their throat yet Oh, rest in peace old dirty love You ain't gone but I know your spirit hurt me though Fake niggaz playing games like they for sure Well, I'mma play director and get your curtain closed Sweat shop, grind with mine, I be working hoes I'm on an ass like Valencia, call me Sergio I'm a baracuda unbaracaded Shout out to my Scarfaces incarcerated Nigger had dreams like Tony did Can't blame him, he was raised spoiled, only kid Never had joints, he felt leftout So that stoop in the corner was his best route Best way to provide the best way out Nobody want him, let that ... let him raided out Lawyer fees, grew stash, money faded out Now tell these Jokers what this play's about!