a building, then I'll be good coming from a ? shut out to my.. baby girl you raise a ticket, speed it to the light ? dodging at the article, just to get a million
said feet don't fail me now [Chorus - T.I.] While these n-ggas run they mouth Imma run this city so feet don't fail me now I never will stand still I still run
source is alive You forgot the words of your creator And now he's made you a perpertrator Forever in a world of you and a girl A few grams in a pipe
The pool's a pain in the ass, fifty grand on Windex kid They keep it clean the whole bottom is glass So you can see the sharks and piranhas, a pair
like an 8-ball, ready to brawl All for one, all for Pillage, run y'all across stage Come in your state, bust down your gate Throw spit like a tre'-8,
Yeah, blow me a shotgun B-b-blow me a shotgun B-b-blow me a shotgun It gives me satisfaction I'm the one that went to the gunfight with a knife and
is a kilo, a apron, show me the stove general electric, perfected, cooking them O's no more peanut butter sandwiches, now we looking at loaves hoes, I need a
Pandemonium, causing pandemonium half a million for the same car we rolling in Pandemonium, pandemonium we the number 1 n-ggas your bitch notice it [Meek Mill - Verse 2] Million
The antonym of a hero I used to be the one now I'm less than zero But I can feel like a million real fast Put my lips on the God damn glass And make a
The recording sciences developing the tracks Is not the essential fabric but if you have it Might make you a household name and let you gain A million
You had the nerve to say I had a gun (Oh, that's crazy) Man for twelve years I had to run (Oh, that's crazy) And ain't a threat on my family, dog (Oh
more I drink water 20 gallons a pop And I can throw a Volkswagon a whole half block He can do it too And 4 million sit ups in a minute I ain't lying I
I run up in your house Put the gun up in your mouth and get the money out the couch Hearin' you out is senseless, perhaps for instance I give this faggot a
' to him, I'm talkin' to you Matter of fact, I'm talkin to y'all, life is like walkin' a yard Nigga'll stab you wit a fork in da heart And the Source
run with a gun, can't walk with it down and can't conceal one What to do? I dont' know if ya knew A kid, true, up in 1-2-2 he plottin to get you
[Fat Joe] Coca! Krills! {A-A-A-Al-Al-Al-Al-Alchemist} uh hun, uh hun, shit, My mind playin tricks, my mind playin tricks... Uh! I don't give a fuck,
play Mat lock But never crack the case cause the defendant's a bad cop You feel me fam? The devil's got a plan That's why Farrakhan formed a Million Man
yeah Ridin' one day in a '92 Beamer After seven years I seen Denise she still a skeezer But look what she did, she went and had a kid, no dad And just