Please Mr. Minister, a word with you Only take a minute, sir, so don't you screw You no fight 'gainst the rum head You no fight 'gainst the wine head
Oh, now, want to be free Tired fe lick weed in a bush Tired fe lick pipe in a gully We want to come out in the open Where the breeze can blow it so far
help you build up your account Thats a good look Better yet a hood look, Ladies thats a good look When you're in them big meetings for the mills
Imma help you build up your account Thats a good look Better yet a hood look, Ladies thats a good look When you're in them big meetings for the mills
the king A tribute to the king You can give Slim Smith my regards And you can give Jacob Miller my regards You know the man Killer Miller, you can give
I saw my ex again last night mama She was at the dance at Miller's store She was with that Jackie White mama I killed them both And they're buried under Jacob
my whole hood with me, And I just got out of jail, ya they tried to michael vick me, I gave my lawyer half a mill and told him come and get me, Im not
my cooler Ya girl want 2 layup Seen da jacob Crazy color chain lookin like a laser huh [CHORUS:] A multi million dollar bag yeah datz tru Gucci let you cop a mill
city I am the city Bad Boy but I never did sign with Diddy I bake the cake I make the cake 36 what I cop like jacob plat my team the champs yo team the
desirable. ' So he took me thro' a stable & thro' a church & down into the church vault. At the end of which was a mill: thro' the mill we went, and
dit que c'est toi Le moindre de tes gestes, je m'y attache Tout mon quotidien me parle de toi Aime-moi comme Sephora aimait Moise Comme Quays aimait Layla Comme jacob
vain the west side of pop's creek But Jacob's wife knew of this place and said to travel east With a guide to take him there, Jacob came upon the scene
my whole hood with me, And i just got out of jail, ya they tried to michael vick me, I gave my lawyer half a mill and told him come and get me, Im not
charms She could knock down a man at ninety paces While he rolled her around in his arms Shot a hole through the hand of Michael Miller As he crept
full of X pillz red rag in my pocket same color my vette is my no. 1 loner than a essay from Texas a quarter mill
whippin' that water Like McDonald's, I was flippin' them orders In that '02 Porche truck, whizzin' through borders I was through flippin' quarters when I made my first mill
the hardest regardless Put your faith in his hands, they'll be changing of plans Admit, I did it from standing in rain with a gram Now I sliver and glitter, Jacob
on you Country niggas paid New Bentley coup 20 on some blaze Marc Jacob shoes Frank Muller watch The square block bezzle Junior is the best Fly in any weather I mill
