ship a mil' And ya hit a R&B chick and she fit the bill Said she loved my necklace, started relaxin' Now that's what the fuck I call a chain reaction
me, kid, you grew up off me TV, movies and records and tours So many buses in Versace, I don't wear it no more Called my nigga in Miami, "Marquis, wussup
the broads out the game boy I beat 'em down like chop, chop, chop Yessuh, cut 'em up and leave 'em alone On my cell phone they callin', talkin' 'bout 'Kosha baby, call
[Phone Call] Bueno... ?C?®mo est?? todo?... Bien, bien, qu?¦ bueno, qu?¦ bueno... Bueno, a lo que estamos hablando, van a ser 50000 (cincuenta mil) bolas
happens Kids clappin' love to spark the place Half the on the Squad got a scar on they face It's a cold world, and this is ice half a mil' for the charm
it's ok to have friends thank the haters cause without em u aint shit take away the groupies look at all the haters on my dick When i sold 5 MIL all
Muchos caminos, tu emprenderas mil y un oceanos cruzaras siempre en ti, voy a reinar en cada calle, cada boulevard te encontraras buscandome y en otros
the black Impala where the pump just sit for them punks who trip But besides that, life's good - yeah This my nigga Blade right here (you could call me
me Hoes see millionaire that's H O T Wodie slow down, you might be ahead To slip and tell all your broads we already Coleon, me a mobsta regular And you can call
break it down, yo Chop it like he raided your luggage Major yellow shit in the pot, struggling Trying to form a rock up, and double it, and call up my
his belt His man did the last one and got murdered himself Took him a while to get his head together Alex one day out in L.A., made a call in New York
report that he jumped off a train It started when the dearly departed tried to escape max Then cut into the general's income like state tax One call
pros and I got three black cards Call the saints over they gone practice in the backyard I do it big guess you say im just the best at it Had a mil
He ain't real you know dat muhammad why they sold that We stepping on these niggaz like a muthafuckin door mat When I hit the scene they take pictures call
I'm in a Caucasian Jag wit a bag knockin' hauler notes Spendin' 200 Gs in the fall for coats You could call me a lotta things but don't call me broke
glass anyways I says I insist that I pays By the ways What your mama name you what they call you Can I call you and soon claim you I was diggin? a hole
crazed Ain't no silly games, right here be the truth 150 proof, whoever, I'm talkin' to you They call me Prospect, I'm one in a mil' One of the real
music, on music Come enjoy the ride Need I remind y'all I started from the bottom But I'm destined for the top And I ain't stoppin' 'til I got 'em Call