Half-A-Mill - New Millennium Lyrics
[Chorus]All we do is get money and get real highPush Benzes and 85 I'sNew World Order, got ya ready to run and hideNew Millennium, we will surviveAll we do is get money and get real highPush Ranges and Benz Buggy I'sNew World Order, got ya ready to run and hideNew Millennium, we will survive[Half-A-Mill]I see you stupid 'dro, still my brain cells never move slowToke calico, deep throat the baddest hoesNiggas know my status quote, artisticI draw a biscuit, unlike Michaelangelo, I'm the Noah of this thug shitFlooded, everyday's another bucket getI can't front, I love this shitYou missed the lies, now we push S5's on some other shitBlowin another clip, some say they waitin for the mothershipI ain't debatin, cuz in heaven or hell, I tell God, I tell SatanI'm all about money makin, on my job like a hundred JamaicansRunnin wit kingpins, who you gon robI send a squad to kill ya squad***** ya thinkin, Firm niggas push Cadillac Jeeps,Navigator Lincoln'sGlobal caught on my Motorola MobileOff the hook books like Barnes & NoblesStreet astroligist, heat communist, complete logic isI got one goal, to put goal on the streets, where the projects isWe too strong to die, that's why we gotta livePlatinum doubt in the hottest whips[Chorus][Half-A-Mill]Mill Gates, better come somethin, droppin somethinCatch me in the chopper stuntinI'm a Yankee but Jamaican cook me esquire fish and hot dumplingsI rock ya Lennon suits with rocksOn the cufflinks, lie iller youCurdiest Beck's, 850 I's, silver proof, imagine thatI used to sling crills for lootNow I'm openin my money store like Phil RezootKeep it here, dope from get money whoresThought he enter the drawersLois Lane platinum chain, stretch range at the Source AwardsAwesome broads they carry proem and sawed-offOne shot'll take the whole top of your Honda Accord offYou small dog, you all lostNo wins, you fall off, and get hauled off in the trunk of my BenzI smoke skunk, purple haze, twist it upMixed it up, hit the clutch, switched it up[Chorus][Half-A-Mill]I smoke purple haze and spit phlegmBig Benz, forty inch rims, New York niggas got shit locked againWhen the glocks pop, niggas need oxygenDon't let me catch you slingin rocks on these blocks againI got plots, I'm out to get a hundred thou time tenYou know my style dunn, I run with foul wild menWith public housin, up north, we be thuggin in the mountainOut in the world, we guzzle Henny straight and no earlHustle weight, stab a half a cake on your girl, skatin thru statesJets raidin the place, TV's screen big, DVD playin ScarfaceSon, I'm God face, hard faceSmash you in the chest wit a sledgehammer till ya heart breakWild out, my calico pop rounds out, my shots knock towns outMy whole block'll run up in your town houseI'm like so shocked, key the coke like SosaPushin ski boat wit a chauffeurUp the Hudson River, I got tons of guns and ones are split upNiggas front, I got to ***** ya shit up[Chorus 2X]
