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half a mill - quiet money lyrics

[verse 1: half-a-mill]
keyser soze intention
glide in a hummer with the flying saucer engine
willied out at my crib, in the winter havin cookouts
smack my whiz, look out
i’m like barnabas, crab n-ggas tryna conquer us
they mad, cuz they jump outta cabs and hop on the bus
cop wit us, firm clique rock the whole metropolis
b-tches who burn d-ck, won’t put a stop to us
n-ggas who turn snitch, gotta run
coward you ain’t a part of us
send you flowers, you part of the dust
hard to discuss, this ill life is hard to live up
once you fall it’s hard to get up
once you ball it’s hard to give up
see how it all started up from stick ups
in father’s dodge pickup, it wasn’t really my fathers
but the pulley made it starter kick up
the money made even the hardest get stuck
the smartest get f-cked, artist for what?
this world is sodom and gomorrah, n-ggas ain’t promised tomorrow
only thing you promised is projects
fall prophets, 50 cent beers, s.s.i. checks
prison bars, prison yards, knowledge thru wisdom god
livin large, get with the mob, ain’t nothin personal
strictly a job, six in the heart, for six hundred lard
we gunnin hard, comin hard, hundreds and cars

[hook: half a mill & az]
quiet money, retired money
earth, wind & fire money, or quiet money
you wanna die, try it money
seven six and five money
live money, ill cl!ck to ride from me
quiet money, retired money
earth, wind & fire money, or quiet money
you wanna die, try it money
seven six and five money
provide for my fam and my fam provide for my

[verse 2: az]
glaciers of ice, n-ggas in the race for they life
raisin the hype, for real n-ggas playin tonight
blazin the pipe, dope fiends will blaze at your wife
who want what? n-gga, let’s engage in a fight
blow fire wit the gray seal, for laid real for this spit it
so n-ggas can hit it like curtis mayfield
front door sh-t, we pump raw sh-t
pretty portraits, nickel plate gats that gorgeous
on the run away, flip and run, relax on sunday
who want a gun play? my mind only work one way
rose up a wise man, got love on the streets, i van
and never snitch, and never flip or even beat my man
play the game for ya n-ggas, re-avenge ya sh-t
e&j ya sh-t, cuz ya say ya rich, hahahaha
spit subliminal, school hustler, black criminal
smack ya general, even my b-tch’ll clap ten to you
macs identical, barely react when i’m interviewed
in the q, peep on ya n-ggas in the new

[hook]

[verse 3: half-a-mill]
i still rock gucci sneakers, money green to match my cream
i don’t sleep, n-ggas just blast in they dreams
you couldn’t match my team
you ain’t original, you like a fluke, ron howard beam
you was rockin bugle boys, had nothin, like for shootin boys
all of a sudden you super boy
you just a pigeon in the coup
peace to them ill cats, livin the proof, manifestin the truth
firm affil’, landin jets on your roof
exceptional, got a set schedule, ganja festival
prime line fish and vegetable, i’m skeptical
my man seen it thru his cardiere spectacles, i’m tellin you
this bmw life is best for you
the ghetto brought out the h-ll in you
the heat took over the l in you
copers of the wilderness, put the spell on you
what’s left of you? caught in the game, is like a hex on you
what’s next to do? not every one’s chosen, just a few
i know it’s f-cked up, when everyone’s holdin, except for you
tough luck’s gotten the best of you, we livin
hummer wit the flying saucer engine, satellite system
hype, travel at night, thru the ninth dimension
every word, precise wisdom, varies verbs in this life i’m livin
my dunn shoot dice in prison, i would like to mention
my insight is like ice that’s glisten
and took a page of my book and build princeton
university, i move for this paper personally
you heard of me the first time your purchased a key
feds got pictures, and n-ggas holdin b-tches in g’s
cut you arms off, in case you got tricks up ya sleeve
split up the cheese, i got hollow tips for the dees
pimpin disease, my b-tches swallow ships in the sea
black marquise, you ain’t a player, you’s a car theif
stomp you wit gators on, squash you like beef
make it hard for your heart to beat
spread ya hood, darken the streets
market the beats, push stars weekend
park in the streets, it’s heat

- half a mill lyrics

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