Honestly, Why the hell are you standing there, And what the fuck are you waiting for? You expectant smile is starting to Get on my nerves. So tell me
? Mommy, hey mommy Where's my daddy, where's my daddy? I chip in cause I'm chillin' enough Makin' millions, she wants some do, bitch no! Go get a J O B
mutha fucka 9-Scrillion, bout ta make a million bucks (E-40!, E-40 man!) Ya Capable (B-Legit!) Eh, here ye here ye (B-Legit!) All the pimps, playas
my elders excel I mean what the hell we might as well bridge these gaps in all before we fall in the fire [Black Thought:] It's a million mc's upon a plan
it Latoya Edwards You're my pimp baby, you're my pimp baby (echoes) Spoken Pimpin hoes ain't dead, My eyes is red mother fucker Smoking trees and B
Classy as a mother still gutta like a bad bowl Benjamin Franklin, no X in the cash row That's right, the mills do like damn close I eat ya mill too,
(B.G.) Boy, picture me com'n, shining my motherfuckin ass off Nigga I'm com'n in a Ram on 19's I don't want for nothin, livin the million dollar dream
after you slid You in God's hands now, keep a place for me kid Ain't nuttin' changed still, party and bullshit We used to fuck R&B bitches and see who
them niggas all with the light Get it right, hold it tight, blast with all your might See we hustle for them grands till the early light Follow my plan on command, leave 'em dead
more cream than master p Big d-u-b, man it's never easy Being a c-z-a-r Feel me, play-er? A million ways to eat - do you know what they are? You wit
far as I can Nigga planned what I planned, my gun shakin' in my hand It's one way goin' gettin' money and the power Gotta think again 'cause my plan
real niggas We riders We thug niggas (2X) How many niggas wanna ride and get paid I plan to sell a hundred million records before im dead Gangstas make
Who we be? We be the B double O-T-C-A-M-P Who we be? We be the B double O-T-C-A-M-P Who we be? We be the B double O-T-C-A-M-P Who we be? We be the B double
shit I ever wrote chillin in my maybach whatever I send out homie im a make back can you believe it whoOo you gotta see it heyyy I don't plan on going
by desperation, hatred and fear (expert) Now the principal language spoken here is gunfire (reporter) It is a worldwar lead by holymen, madmen and millions
a cup? Have a lovely cup. With some sugar dear and cream. Got a lovely pot and a lot of steam B1: Better hurry up, B2: hold it over here MM: I'm a nervous
so many that's dead or locked up inside the beast, I'm a hot light now It's whatever man think of manifest to the real The plan is to wake up 'cause time
Intro: Mix talks while The Star Spangled Banner plays in the background Huey B. Newton shot in cold blood in west Oakland Oliver North receives community
