(feat. AZ) [Verse 1: Half-a-Mil] Spark up the trees to the street anthem Firm lounge in the Hamptons on beach Mansions rich kids got reasons for expansion
1's that match with me City capture me, I have them niggas scared to act with me Throw your man off the Tapp-an-zee Other members of your clan runnin
muchas cosas,en tu ausencia sanaron las heridas que dejaste ahora que el amor toco a mi puerta parece que llego para quedarse y no es tan facil pegar los mil
donde vives Lo se y eso me cauza gran tristeza Tu vives incrusta de la fortuna Yo vivo encadenado a mi pobreza (coro) Pondre mi corazon bajo mil llaves
mil amores pero como tu... (Master Joe!) Ninguna como tu... (O.G.!) Que me bese igual que tu... (Pitbull!) Nadie... (Jajajaa!) Yo he tenido mil
de mi jardin en invierno Floreceran por que tu amor fue sincero Te conformabas con tan solo una mirada Una sonrisa un gesto sin palabras Vi mil Angeles
Who we be? [Lil Wayne] Tha HB'z [B.G.] Where we from? [Lil Wayne] U.P.T. [Murda Mil] These niggas neva thought they'd me tha ones that Mil'd shake
[Murda Mil] Y'all gon' feel this.. I'm the, reason you live, I'm the, reason you die I'm the, reason you laugh, I'm the, reason you cry I'm the, reason
Foi so fechar os olhos Pra ver tudo aqui rodar E era essa a intencao E o que sobrou nao vai durar O calor na tua mao vem do meu sangue E o que sobrou
Foi so fechar os olhos Pra ver tudo aqui rodar E era essa a intena§a?o E o que sobrou na?o vai durar O calor na tua ma?o vem do meu sangue E o que sobrou
mind I'm tell'n you what's real, I'm a come like this Verse 1: Money making is my thing, Cause I'm try'n to be rich Try'n to put a way Mil (million)
here I'm gettin' full all the time gettin' blunted My company on the move we bought the benz 500 A.K.'s and glocks, in the back the Lexus jeeps Havin' big baller parties every other
of the head rest's Women live to please me I can't say I'm not blessed Fresh look what rap got us Look what rap don bought us We followin' each other
niggaz so cold on my foes I make em' die froze Watch me make em' bleed, make em' G's Lord help me wit'it Got me paintin' pictures of a mil-ticket Help
hustlin and prayers, to breakin motherfuckers to pay-up I got no time for these bitches, cause these hoes tried to play us I'm on a meal-ticket mission, want a mil
: (T. Ruffin, D. Morehead, K. Jackson, J. Thomas) Verse 1: I gotta few questions to ask you If I had a mil and a six would I be able to bag you If I
so the move and I'm gonna murder ya'll You and all the trouble goin' through by servin' ya'll And only cause my man heard of ya'll Other than that, shit
other rappers make claims i cut the braids off but aint a damn thang changed Lets get one thang clear the souths right here still got the Grammy for the album of the year 12mil