时间：1998-11-17
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It's 9 5 I survive Park s**t is still real
You know stacks money d**gs and the whole ordeal
Murderers that kill Alize makes me ill
Jump in my rocket to the moon spark an L and just chill
I got on stocks and bonds kid just because I want em
And billion dollar businesses with Darkman written on em
Not a front but an economical stunt
I want it all I hope I didn't put that too blunt
Sellin yay movin on up like the Jeffersons
Cop a Lex a Jag Land Cruiser and a Benz
And a mafia of friends to dispose my foes
Stand over my shoulder while I head crack a see lo
Takin care of my peeps cause I know how it be
Mad court cases and white papers that's all we see
From the roll of poverty but I always got mine
Flow from New York to Michigan on the mainline
Now I'm in cash field still persuin my path
Sever the mic in half to unleash my wrath
I want an abundance of girls to escape the world
Throw a party on solo me and seventeen pearls
Puffin on mad lai n***a without a regard
I need seven acres of dungeon blowin in my backyard
Full porch through the front and bathrooms as big as kitchens
2000 gallon aquarium to sink my sharks in
All home on a stake my whole crew livin great
Enter the gate unannounced and you will meet your fate
I'm with Carlito's Way rollin with the real
Protected to infinity in a security shield
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I want it all
Surrounded by techs and s**t
I want it all
A fly mansion with crazy kids
I want it all
A million dollars and diamond jewels
I want it all
I want to pay these f**kin fools
I got big dreams for schemes to have diamond rings and cream
And tote nines with infrared beams
With crazy notions of makin motions
Floatin yachts on the ocean travellin coast to coast and
My private jet diamond studded links on my neck
A bouncer with 2 techs a Presidential Rolex
Shined to perfection my arms restin
On two breasts we by the pound when it comes time for sessions
Morgan Cannon suits cold hard boots
Crazy loot rollin in Acura coupes
Chromed out revolvers pearl paint to set it off
A million dollar crib plus a loft out north
And my capers stackin papers draped out in luxury
Big screen TVs plush leather livin comfortably
And my own private dancers to keep my d**k up
Two big n***as for my pick ups ready to do my stick ups
Two rottweilers named Cents and Dollar
4 carat diamond tennis bracelets draped around their necks for collars
My girl's got a cute 45 Infinity whip
With little windows to remedy my sound from all my enemies
It's ten to me deadly killers up in the Bronx
PJs and killer waves ain't a d**n thing changed
I gotta snatch mine get it before the whole world ends
Either it's Jesus to drink or to the fat Cuban link
Slingin stones on the medallion I'll escape the island
Don't give a f**k about you I'm from this island of Shaolin
Which way do you want it I need condos and h*es
Set of vests gortex some black Timbos
850bm a lighting system that's dim
Young deniro damager sittin above the rim
LA The Dark my hustlin goal's to live great
Cause I'm a New York n***a catchin money out of state
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