Sticky Fingaz - Broke Willies lyrics

[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 sh** 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, sh** is liquid My wife trippin' my whole clique got sh** to whip it Last switchin Benz to Benz skippin, superstar hittin Your whole world is ice rippin, you like sniffin You like sh**tin, tricks trickin, rolly with the inscription Watch a rich n***a clickin' FROM NEW YORK TO L.A Same sh**, 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! f** 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 b**h chose me Suppose WE most-LY, do em slow-LY We play 'em close-LY, stayed on city cakes, they get erase them! A s**er for a pretty face, with a twenty waist Whos Benz I hit two twins in a blue Ventz And we're in destroy deals, a house flow for reals Cause white-collar crimes equal dolla' dolla' sign! [Chorus] [Fredro Starr, X-1, Sonsee, Sticky Fingaz] Yo we went from rags to riches and get pitches With mad b**hes, yo, you can get a autograph Or one shot, from the semi-auto pa** Rap n***as flippin more then halfs Livin it up, takin all the cash, GIVIN IT UP! We set it up, on a low tilt it up In the black quest, pa** s** to the extress From out the blackness, straight on the boulevard Lookin for somethin to get my hands in A strippers dancin in the mansion Word up, that's how we operate Uncut n raw The players copping, fake cokies stepped on twice Put your money on the street n***as under the light And hold your money tight Kids to die, raze em up, and roll 'em twice Even rich n***a a** better so trife We'll gamble mo off yo life True i couldn't see well Flip my p12, rover key to the e-mail Wish a hundred tell, g'd out, I walk the hog, I beat jail Yall gotta each tell, kick back, relax, word up n***a laid up Bills paid up sh** is all sunny when he pulled up in a 4-20 We throw these cats on the sideline, lookin all funny Gettin no money, cause they every day clownin We play around with thousands, a hundred g's where we countin A hundred G's a show, here we're out kid (word up word up) [Chorus] (2x)