[Chorus]

To all you rappers out there

With money and fame

Rockin a foreign car

Everything brand name

Broke Willies with no money

Keep runnin yo game

Can't forget all our thugs that's locked in chains



[Fredro Starr]

we ain't have shit growin' up, now we blowin' up

hundred G's a show, price low enough

ghetto struck, layin in the cut

with the metal mack 11, what

no cup, sippin amaretto 7-up

the wet life, shit is liquid

my wife trippin' my whole clique got shit to whip it

last switchin

Benz to Benz skippin, superstar hittin

your whole world is ice rippin, you like sniffin

you like shittin, tricks trickin, rolly with the inscription

watch 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 hevily ill from Beverly Hills

I paid 20 g's

damn son it better be real

We holdin your deals, its 70 mils

eaten meals of Beverly pills

Now watch how the bubbly spills



[Chorus] (2x)



[Sticky Fingaz, (Sonsee)]



I grew up in the PJ's and wore the same gear for 3 days

sit to get a blunk out I wanna blew a mill in the month

from a low life, the one I go shopping,

im not worried bout no price, i wear the same clothes TWICE!

fuck the PO-LICE!

Its hydro stuff L's, six plus sells

stones heavy on the scales themselves, X-L

strait G's, moneys and properties

black F-G 15's, weightin trees and OC's

We old g's always O.T.-in on a low-key

spit more game than goldie, your bitch chose me

suppose WE most-LY, do em slow-LY

we play 'em close-LY, stayed on city cakes, they get erase them!

A sucker for a pretty face, with a twenty waist

whos Ben