Broke Willies Lyrics by Onyx

Broke Willies Lyrics


    [chorus]

    To all you rappers out there
    With money and fame
    Rock you in a farm-car
    Anything brand name
    Broke willies with no money
    Keep runnin' ya 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 is show, price low enough
    Ghetto struck, layin' in da cut, with the metal mack 11
    What?! no cup, sippin' on my reddle 7-up
    The wet life, shit is liquid, my wife trippin'
    My whole clique, i shit da wippin' last switchin'

    [x - 1, (fredro starr)]

    Benz to benz skippin', supastar hittin'
    Your whole world is ice rippin', you like sniffin'
    Ya like shittin', tricks trickin', rollie with da 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 heavenly ill (from beverly hills)
    I pay 20 g's (damn son, it betta be real) we holy your deals, it's 70 mills
    (eaten mills of beverly pills) now watch how to bubble these mills

    [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,
    I'm not worried about no price, i wear the same clothes twice!
    Fuck da police!
    (it's hydro stuff l's, six plus sells
    Stones heavy on the scales themselves, excel!
    Straight g's, moneys and propories
    Black f-g 15's, weighin' trees and o.c.'s)
    We o.g.'s always o.t.-ing on a low-key
    Spit more game than goldie, ya bitch choose 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 ways
    Who's benz i hit two twins in a blue vince
    (and we're in destroy deals, a house flow for reals)
    Cause like colour crimes, nigga dolla' dolla' sign!

    [chorus]

    [fredro starr, x-1, sonsee, sticky fingaz]

    Yo, we've went from rags to riches and get pitches
    With mad bitches, yo, you can get a autograph
    Or one shot, from the semi-auto pass
    Rap niggaz flippin' more then halfs
    Livin' it up, takin' all the cash, givin' it up!
    We set it up, on a low til it up
    In the black quest, pass sex to the extress
    From out the blackness, straight on the boulevard
    Lookin' for somethin' to get my hands in
    A stripper's dancin' in the mansion
    Word up, that's how we operate (uncut raw)
    Da players copping, fake cokies stepped on twice!
    Put your money on the street niggaz under the light
    And hold your money tight
    Kids to die (raze 'em up) and roll 'em twice
    Egal rich niggaz ass better so trife
    Well gamble mo' of yo' life, too i couldn't see well
    Flip my p-12, rover key to da e-mail
    Wish a hundred tell, g-bell, i walk the hog, i beat jail
    Yo, gotta each 12, kick back, relax, word up
    Nigga laid up, bills paid up
    Shit 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 is show, here we're out kid (word, word up)

    [chorus] (2x)

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