for now just Go On son" [Chorus x2: Half-A-Mill] Go On - live your life, follow your dreams One day your gonna see the light Go On - young man follow
my rope nigga [Chorus] [Talking: B.G.] I want a mil ticket (gettin wicked), mil ticket On the real, V.L., my nigga Big Moe, 2-2-3 L.T., Adam, G.A.,
down on Miami's behalf Home of the nickel (?) and the raw half Everywhere we go, the impression's felt The real is stamped on the bag and the dope is
Cent, nigga, Bump Dat [50 Cent] My son ask "Daddy why carry a gun, you ain't a cop" Looked at him and said "Sometimes you gotta shoot or get shot" Wanna go
song and a Grammy, now I'm smashing Maserati crashing, swerving through the traffic Wrap it 'round a pole, sell a mil off the tragedy I defy gravity Flyer than I half
retarded kid's stool I had a dream I blew up with half a mil' sold And still stole a credit card, a purse, and someone's billfold I'm from the city
I'm a go get me a grill Ain't leavin this city till I make a half a mil The block is on fire, yea it's hotter than a oven I'll bring you to my hood, niggas
a bitch ain't one Now once upon a time not too long ago A nigga like myself had to strong arm a hoe This is not a hoe in the sense of havin a pussy But
gotta get me a girl (You gotta get you a what?) Hey, hey - I gotta get me a girl (You gotta get you a who?) C'mon c'mon - Nikki, Tasha, Kiki, and Laverne
qu'on prime dans cette putain de societe parallele, On a le vent dans le dos pret a voler de nos propres ailes Chez moi y'a pas de trou , pas... Non
ca qu'on prime dans cette putain de societe parallele, On a le vent dans le dos pret a voler de nos propres ailes Chez moi y'a pas de trou , pas...
and a half a mil just to grab the mic [Chorus] Is it cause I came from the bottom to the top Why you mad at me Maybe cause I Spent a hundred on a drop
half Everybody know I got a hundred on the map though One mil, two mil Three million dollars Mansions, ballin Soulja pop them collars And everywhere I go
On the, yo, on the expressway, suddenly, I un-hit the breaks A mistake, patrol figure just, ran the plates I pull to the shoulder, a half mile ahead The
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
where the pill man at? He need a blue dolphin Old broke ass nigga stop cock blockin' Security, I need help 'cause the bitch stalkin' A half fuckin' mil
, if you a fat chick gettin' your fuck on tonight Then go, oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh Yo, put your hands opposite to the ground if you're lovin' our sound Go
