allfrumtha i - fill my cup (to tha rim) lyrics
mack m-th-f-ckin 10
back up in ya witta’nother m-th-f-ckin gangsta hit
but this time 1-0 productions givin the m-th-f-ckin punch
wit my n-gg-s, my new n-gg-s:
allfrumthai
run it, squeak
(verse 1 -squeak ru)
it’s like 24/7, 365
how ot stack them dollars, that was on my mind
gots to get this rap sh-t tight
that’s why i write and f-ck [up everything?] on the mic
i wanna filthy rich and when i pitch
game at a b-tch, she couldn’t rock my d-ck
seven digit bank accounts and we bounce
weed by the pound, f-ck a ounce
i’m mashin petrol thru the ghetto
f-ck the metro, n-gg- got the bankroll and wouldn’t buy benzo
gettin paper is a habit, i want it lavish
godd-mn, if it’s there i gots to grab it
so god, please, can you make me famous
i wanna stack a big head from earth to ur-n-s
got to combine these rhymes for the grind
it’s time, i can’t keep the paper off my mind
chorus:
i wanna fill my cup to tha rim
tell me long will it take for me to stack my paper
i’m tryna stay down because i’m inglewood sw-ngin
allfrumthai til i die, we hoo-bangin
(verse 2 -binky mack)
now tell me who can fade us
breakin off from inglewwod to vegas
rub ya [?] around my stack, shakin up the cr-p
game, really don’t matter what the hustle
so my [shrink?] get [?] again wit a little muscle
tap on the do’ to see if ya home
better [ask?] or me and my dogs is thru the window
gots to fill my cup by any means
necessary pullin my strap ’cause you bustas is scary
hustle and dreams, now is hustle at any means
me and my n-gg- on some hustlin schemes
got n-gg-s hoes takin me shoppin, it’s only poppin
and it won’t be no stoppin, i’m droppin
rhymes on that -ss, hoes checks they cash
’cause when it comes to a broke b-tch
n-gg-, i p-ss and when women wanna wine and dine
mack 10’s bought the benz off the [lac] i’ll be tellin b-tches it’s mine
chorus
(verse 3 -squeak ru)
a n-gg- wanna stack him a million
have a house away from the average civilian
[fo’ do?], [?] entourage
20 m-th-f-ckers when we mob
live [in plusses?] by his custom [get?] that’s the sh-t
put the hood down, now my n-gg-s got grip
havin money is a scheme, american dream
a n-gg- from the ghetto livin like a king
and at night my appet-te is right
i like the big md shine in the light–twisted
a hundred [?] make a n-gg- pow
i wish the homies in the pen could see me now
westside!
chorus
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