Al Shid - MetroCard Millionaires lyrics

(Yeah, I see some mo' low-lifeted muthaf**as over here I know I didn't invite em, they must be party crashers) (Who are you man?) [ J-Zone ] Zone come again, ain't a damn thing changed since the last EP (No) Dad, padlock your daughter when her a** see me 40 Bottles of Whup Ass get sipped Then pissed all over your whip for runnin your lip (But did you do a freak show?) Do I get groupies on lean or lease? (But I thought you was my dog) Cool, not even Snoopy gets paid It's a Old Maid thing, you couldn't comprehend it We do royalties like cokeheads, catch the E and we spend it f** a Benz, if I pimp I keep my beat-up-a** Protege sh** ain't got no rims, still pullin three hoes a day Radiator leakin, in a week I got 21 Ain't no runnin game, I use threats and pull the ugly ones Finger-f** MPC's to pay Con Ed (Left, right, left, right) I'm ambidextrous in case she don't give head I'm down to play my part but I'm past tryin to save rap Still holdin it down like Al-Shid in a wave cap [ Al-Shid ] See, I could care less if foil bullets could tear flesh I still walk around bare-chest, not near vest (Hell no) Still doin me, still spit a murderous slang fluently Tearin down joints like ligaments in Patrick Ewing's knee f** who it be, y'all know the name, I'm not known to change Shid's synonymous to Novacaine, won't expose the pain No emotion in my soldier brain, I use the ink militant And think like I drink - when it's real I'm spillin it Shid's the most dilligent, with or without a million shipped I'm still k**in it, f** if y'all feelin it The only reason y'all considered fans of stars (Why is that?) Cause the heavier the rotation the cooler we are (Who are you anyway?) (J-Zone) (He's romantic) (When I shoot the video my hoes'll busted) (Ill) (Al-Shid) (He's rough) (He's rugged) (Smack the sh** out you) (Huggy Bear) (He's dangerous) (Beat a cop to d**h with his own flashlight) (...ight) (...ight) [ Huggy ] Huggy got problems deep-rooted For what you talk it's a**ault and the battery's included A two-bit MC with nothin to lose There's six million ways to die and I won't even let you choose Defuse a bomb just to throw it at you Slice your chest at the v-neck or crew So what the f** you spray? Muthaf**as wanna stop the Old Maid But losin top quicker than chickens at the Puerto-Rican Day parade Watch me change shades when you rub me the wrong way Like sway I got you going home a long way [ J-Zone ] Trickin on chicks with Monopoly dough A dead rose and some fake-a** gold For when she turn up her nose I broke every rule of rappin, I'm still out to get paid Rock a 'f** a Bath' fade and I'm still out the get laid At a show Al-Shid's drinkin Screws by the sixes Postin up stickers, gamin dumb chickens Hug use the club for everything except rockin your wheel Beats you with the red rod till you're droppin your steel And dumb chicks get dissed in the crowd (You really hurt her feelings) Dumb b**h, I'm allowed And you say her man is dangerous? (Aiyo, they roll mad strong) Tell him go remove asbestos with no mask on