2: Half-A-Mill] Still gangsta, (still) still ghetto, still street (still) Still real, still roll wit the heat (still) Still got bricks for 16, still spit 16 on the beat Still
my first meal, And at that same kitchen table seen my first mil, In that same backroom I seen my first half, And in that same backroom opened my worst half, A
ridiculous Five star dishes, different exotic fishes Man, this shit is fucking ridiculous Fucking ridiculous Success is what you make it, take it how it come A half a mil' in twenties like a
', love to spark the place Half the niggas in the squad got a scar on they face It's a cold world and this is ice Half a mil' for the charm, nigga this
where I live Down with them killers, they'll cut you down to half Everybody know I got a hundred on the map though One mil, two mil Three million dollars
rappin' on the mic talkin' shit about a bitch I'll retire ten times and I'll still be here My old records sell about a half a mil' a year I say "Bitch
mastered by a few I take a half a million tapes, sell 'em straight to you All that shit niggas talking, just cant be real I don't need a record deal,
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
I like the deuce of diamonds cutting spades on a glass table Half a mil on my left ankle Terry cloth Guess shorts robes is comfortable Bring me a nice
like the deuce of diamonds cutting spades on a glass table Half a mil on my left ankle Terry cloth Guess shorts robes is comfortable Bring me a nice bitch
Rather be in Carribean sands with Rachael It's unreal, out the blue Frank White got sex appeal Bitches used to go, 'W', still tote steel Trying' to see five mil
Fuck bein a broke nigga Verse Two: Jadakiss (overlaps last two lines of Puff Daddy) I want a all chromed out wit the clutch, nigga Drinkin malt liquor, drivin a
bein a broke nigga Verse 2- (Jadakiss)-(overlaps last two lines of Puff Daddy) I want a all chromed out wit the clutch, nigga Drinkin malt liquor, drivin a
live my lifestyle Never seen a brick, never seen a crackhouse Wanna a war with the Don have your macs out Bring it on, and I'm a show you gangsta Blow half
3 years parole I did 4 and a half a slab And shit a nigga was dying I'm finally back in the world And it's hard but I'm still trying Not to fall and
get fined a hundred thou' (This is crazy) Huh them cats are ill, 5 times a half a mil Wanna play like a bumper sticker smack a grill Paul Wall cap a grill
