Onyx - Broke Willies Lyrics
[chorus]To all you rappers out thereWith money and fameRock you in a farm-carAnything brand nameBroke willies with no moneyKeep runnin ya gameCant forget all our thugs thats locked in chains[fredro starr]We aint have shit growin up, now we blowin upHundred gs is show, price low enoughGhetto struck, layin in da cut, with the metal mack 11What? ! no cup, sippin on my reddle 7-upThe wet life, shit is liquid, my wife trippinMy whole clique, I shit da wippin last switchin[x - 1, (fredro starr)]Benz to benz skippin, supastar hittinYour whole world is ice rippin, you like sniffinYa like shittin, tricks trickin, rollie with da inscriptionWatch a rich nigga clickin(from new york to l.a.) same shit, different day, mad cash to play(when I walk my chains swing) I drew swing heavenly ill (from beverly hills)I pay 20 gs (damn son, it betta be real) we holy your deals, its 70 mills(eaten mills of beverly pills) now watch how to bubble these mills[chorus] (2x)[sticky fingaz, (sonsee)]I grew up in the pjs and wore the same gear for 3 daysSit to get a blunk out I wanna blew a mill in the monthFrom a low life, the one I go shopping,Im not worried about no price, I wear the same clothes twice!***** da police!(its hydro stuff ls, six plus sellsStones heavy on the scales themselves, excel!Straight gs, moneys and proporiesBlack f-g 15s, weighin trees and o.c.s)We o.g.s always o.t.-ing on a low-keySpit more game than goldie, ya ***** choose me(suppose we most-ly, do em slow-lyWe play em close-ly, stayed on city cakes, they get erase them!)A sucker for a pretty face, with a twenty waysWhos benz I hit two twins in a blue vince(and were in destroy deals, a house flow for reals)Cause like colour crimes, nigga dolla dolla sign![chorus][fredro starr, x-1, sonsee, sticky fingaz]Yo, weve went from rags to riches and get pitchesWith mad *****es, yo, you can get a autographOr one shot, from the semi-auto passRap niggaz flippin more then halfsLivin it up, takin all the cash, givin it up!We set it up, on a low til it upIn the black quest, pass sex to the extressFrom out the blackness, straight on the boulevardLookin for somethin to get my hands inA strippers dancin in the mansionWord up, thats how we operate (uncut raw)Da players copping, fake cokies stepped on twice!Put your money on the street niggaz under the lightAnd hold your money tightKids to die (raze em up) and roll em twiceEgal rich niggaz ass better so trifeWell gamble mo of yo life, too I couldnt see wellFlip my p-12, rover key to da e-mailWish a hundred tell, g-bell, I walk the hog, I beat jailYo, gotta each 12, kick back, relax, word upNigga laid up, bills paid upShit is all sunny when he pulled up in a 4-20We throw these cats on the sideline, lookin all funnyGettin no money, cause they every day clowninWe play around with thousands, a hundred gs where we countinA hundred gs is show, here were out kid (word, word up)[chorus] (2x)
