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featuring Half-A-Mil 

Intro: AZ The Visualiza 

Y'know, personally, I'm for the paper 
As long as we all see doe 
(Yo yo, big boys play for large sums) Yeah, uhuh 
(Even bitches got their shit tight) Ha ha ha 
Aight (If you're wit us throw your guns up, what the fuck? 
Form a philly, cock your shit back and bust 

Verse One: Half-A-Mil 

You acquired the knowledge, my brainwaves cause riots in college 
Science scholar in this world of violence and dollars 
Firm rappin god from the projects 
It ain't hard, from medicate cars to platinum cars, my click is that large 
To get they dick licked and back massaged by rich chicks 
who rock Versace bras in the drop, watchin the stars 
Yo, the conquest is ours, mission accomplished, shittin on Congress 
Benz whipped with the 6, on this 
8 trillion tonnes, when I appear reptilians run 
>From affilions, willions ??? ??? 
Like Indians, your style's a dream, we pop Cristal and drive Bentley's in 
the same streets you can't get a penny in 
All my real shootout niggas hear me when 
Half-A-Mil shoot out with Bohemians, calicos spittin in 
Niggas splittin in the same position they sittin in 
What sentencin? We got too much Benjamins 
We even got triple six I-E-M plastic currency with ??? 
Images *?of Quentin?* in, my niggas lay back 
We use to pump a G, now we pump 100-K packs 
Guns aimed at, destroy your whole world like *?K-mat?* 
What part of the game's that? The curse, my hot verse is flame rap 
Players got the game trapped, I be the king mack 
All my bitches mine til they bring crack..... 

Chorus: AZ 

Yo yo, big boys play for large sums 
Stack up, strategise, watch the cons come 
It's all a game, even bitches got their shit tight 
On the scene, 18, suckin dick right, and sip right 
If you're wit us throw your guns up, what the fuck? 
Form a philly, cock your shit back and bust 

Verse Two: AZ (aka Sosa) 

What? From NY to New Orleans, we all fiends 
Court scenes, flashbacks to kidnaps and fought CREAM 
Guns bussin, stash house out in Flushing 
Corruption, killer men-tal is foul adjustin 
Cold nights, handled the streets my whole life 
Back off ???? kikes, focus for niggas who lost sight 
Travel thought wise, beyond light years, way across skies 
Short-i's, so many makin livin off lies 
Anti up, hopin my new shorty don't stand me up 
It had me stuck, after this session, I plan to fuck 
Hot pursuit, a real splittin image of Pop Duke 
Block lasoo's, paper player part of my roots 
So what'cha grow, Shelley? I lit his game so sincerely 
Really, most rap cats couldn't come near me 
So it's either or Peter pay Paul, you and yours 
Fools are frost, regulate life thru rules and laws..... 

Chorus 

Verse Three: Half-A-Mil 

Firm official, 8-50 I, burnin pistol 
Black Magnum P-I, mack V-I, willie hat 
Half beehive, wise guy, '95 I 
look in my eye, praisin Allah, project aimin rod 
Greatest star Agbar, pushin a hot car 
Shark Bar, private engagement, live entertainment 
I grab mics and I explain it 
How I went from the brawns to the brainless 
to the minds of the wise and the famous 
Nigga's wives admire the guy's arrangers 
Kick off their wedding rings to give head to the king 
It's just a cheddar thing, amaretta, Armani leather thing 
We in to better things like wettin the brains 
Jumpin outta stretches and minks, crime connected with link 
Up in the club buyin drinks, bitches eyein the spinks 
Hustler haters hate us, my guns say "Fuck what they think" 
Once I copped a Hummer this summer with a buttoned-up mink 

Chorus 

Outro: AZ the Visualiza 

Bitches got their shit tight 
If you're wit us throw your guns up, what the fuck? 
Form a philly, cock your shit back and bust

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