Nelly - Tho Dem Wraps lyrics

I boss thru in a Hummer, Murphy the Don, Lizzie, Keyuan With the best thunder than Shaun Jon, you don't want none Partna I gather up and leavin' heads swollen up On top of all that, I got the rap sewed up Hold up, with the Budda thumpin' n***as outa And just the teach a lesson, I put one in ya shoulder I told ya, 'tics live for the street life Eat right, f** good, And reffer thru the pipe And give me head all night And if its some beef, I pumpin' lead on sight Until they deceased, I took ya head off right I live in the beast n***a, where the Feds, play sheist I still floss ice, keep it tight Every time, call me the Black Liberace when I'm playing mine Thats how I flow when I gotta get mine, anyway it go Whether it be rapping or with the four four Let's make a million Keep it real for triple-0 Eyes low, from plenty Henny and Hydro f** a b**h and some clothes I gotta get rich, go platinium in 2 shows And get the dough Let's make a million Keep it real for triple-0 Eyes low, from plenty Henny and Hydro f** a b**h and some clothes I gotta get rich, go platinium in 2 shows And get the dough My n***a, I can make a million Blind-folded, with no shows Using no flows, just Arm -n- Hammer And folk O's Gimmie low does and a connect, that neva closed And watch me lock it down from North County to BenRos f** some Mo-Mo's, Gimmie hundereds with soft chrome On the Navigata equipped to click and log on I leave that before its gone 'Fore they even bring it home Matta fact, I'll tell you what's in the back, its all gone Two holes in the roof, to let the sun come in Match it leather car seat, in case my son get in I spare one off in the back in case he bring his friend Play Station just in case a n***a think he can win Let's make a million Keep it real for triple-0 Eyes low, from plenty Henny and Hydro f** a b**h and some clothes I gotta get rich, go platinium in 2 shows And get the dough Let's make a million Keep it real for triple-0 Eyes low, from plenty Henny and Hydro f** a b**h and some clothes I gotta get rich, go platinium in 2 shows And get the dough I gotta make a million Gotta get myself a million Gonna turn that into a billion If not, then I just won't die I say now, tho yo wrappers off in tha air But only if the ice on your wrist cause glares I gettin' stares from down b**hes, thats eatin' alone West missies, 1-2-3-4 or 5 bottles of Cris's On the table, arms the strong ripp off the label No more shows for free, I'm pay per view like cable They all screamin' my name, different shades and race Take them all backstage and lett'em plead they case Make a million like Jigga, standin' in one place Sound Scan like Thrilla with out changing my face They threw the weak plan B Says who? Says me Then whats plan A, 'cause plan B is a BOMB case Let's make a million Keep it real for triple-0 Eyes low, from plenty Henny and Hydro f** a b**h and some clothes I gotta get rich, go platinium in 2 shows And get the dough Let's make a million Keep it real for triple-0 Eyes low, from plenty Henny and Hydro f** a b**h and some clothes I gotta get rich, go platinium in 2 shows And get the dough I gotta make a million Gotta get myself a million Gonna turn that into a billion If not, then I just won't die All my Midwest n***as tryin' to make a meal Tho dem wrappas (And the Dough-O) All my Dirty South n***as tryin' to make a meal Tho dem wrappas (And the Dough-O) All my West Coast n***as tryin' to make a meal Tho dem wrappas (And the Dough-O) All my East Coast n***as tryin' to make a meal Tho dem wrappas (And the Dough-O)