Stop all that hating
I doubt you want to be another statistic
This heat I tote, will cook you pussy niggas to fish sticks
My mind is elicit
Full of that knowledge not permitted
Eye of the providence,
All seeing more reasons to be more exquisite
Hieroglyphics written on the wall
Breaking the law of physics
Because I stay fly
When I die
Bury my body in the Valley of the Kings
With all my Blind on
Till then I ain't worrying about ting
Bouricas all on my ding dong
F*ck them good and the cling on
I only cling to the dollars
Same thing that create mob wars
Drug dealers and pimps and whores
Gold diggers and robbers of stores
Robbers of yours, could be your boy
My lord, I grew up poor
So what you expect, Gripping my Tec
Protecting what's mine,
Love to grind, all I know is prosper
Hitman, young Billy a Shotta
Straps man you know I had to cop first
Cops coming you know I got to disperse
New raps, you know I got to disburse
Evident niggas going to hate by per
Dollar I make, Benji I touch
I don't give a f*ck,
I'm going to need a fleet of Brinks Trucks
The Root, the root, the root of all evil
The wants and desires of all people
More money, more problems
That's more evils
That's why I had to license my steel
Legally Lethal
The Root, the root, the root of all evil
The wants and desires of all people
More money, more problems
That's more evils
That's why I had to license my steel
Legally lethal
Yall pay for pussy with yall dough
I ain't spending money on a bitch
Yall changing up for that dough
Man I am going to be the same when I'm rich
Only thing change be the place where I shit
And the name on the whip,
In the parking lot revving
Gold desert eagle, 00
Secret compartments, James Bond
Battz Da Hitman became Don
Remained calm through interrogations
In police stations
F*ck yall cases
Yall gassed up Exxon stations
Now they want me on radio stations
Because every track that I'm blazing
And every bitch that I f*ck she praising,
Then it is back to money I'm chasing
The Root, the root, the root of all evil
The wants and desires of all people
More money, more problems
That's more evils
That's why I had to license my steel
Legally Lethal
The Root, the root, the root of all evil
The wants and desires of all people
More money, more problems
That's more evils
That's why I had to license my steel
Legally Lethal
Billy Badnewz - The Root Lyrics
Billy Badnewz - The Root Lyrics
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Stop all that hating
I doubt you want to be another statistic
This heat I tote, will cook you pussy niggas to fish sticks
My mind is elicit
Full of that knowledge not permitted
Eye of the providence,
All seeing more reasons to be more exquisite
Hieroglyphics written on the wall
Breaking the law of physics
Because I stay fly
When I die
Bury my body in the Valley of the Kings
With all my Blind on
Till then I ain't worrying about ting
Bouricas all on my ding dong
F*ck them good and the cling on
I only cling to the dollars
Same thing that create mob wars
Drug dealers and pimps and whores
Gold diggers and robbers of stores
Robbers of yours, could be your boy
My lord, I grew up poor
So what you expect, Gripping my Tec
Protecting what's mine,
Love to grind, all I know is prosper
Hitman, young Billy a Shotta
Straps man you know I had to cop first
Cops coming you know I got to disperse
New raps, you know I got to disburse
Evident niggas going to hate by per
Dollar I make, Benji I touch
I don't give a f*ck,
I'm going to need a fleet of Brinks Trucks
The Root, the root, the root of all evil
The wants and desires of all people
More money, more problems
That's more evils
That's why I had to license my steel
Legally Lethal
The Root, the root, the root of all evil
The wants and desires of all people
More money, more problems
That's more evils
That's why I had to license my steel
Legally lethal
Yall pay for pussy with yall dough
I ain't spending money on a bitch
Yall changing up for that dough
Man I am going to be the same when I'm rich
Only thing change be the place where I shit
And the name on the whip,
In the parking lot revving
Gold desert eagle, 00
Secret compartments, James Bond
Battz Da Hitman became Don
Remained calm through interrogations
In police stations
F*ck yall cases
Yall gassed up Exxon stations
Now they want me on radio stations
Because every track that I'm blazing
And every bitch that I f*ck she praising,
Then it is back to money I'm chasing
The Root, the root, the root of all evil
The wants and desires of all people
More money, more problems
That's more evils
That's why I had to license my steel
Legally Lethal
The Root, the root, the root of all evil
The wants and desires of all people
More money, more problems
That's more evils
That's why I had to license my steel
Legally Lethal
I doubt you want to be another statistic
This heat I tote, will cook you pussy niggas to fish sticks
My mind is elicit
Full of that knowledge not permitted
Eye of the providence,
All seeing more reasons to be more exquisite
Hieroglyphics written on the wall
Breaking the law of physics
Because I stay fly
When I die
Bury my body in the Valley of the Kings
With all my Blind on
Till then I ain't worrying about ting
Bouricas all on my ding dong
F*ck them good and the cling on
I only cling to the dollars
Same thing that create mob wars
Drug dealers and pimps and whores
Gold diggers and robbers of stores
Robbers of yours, could be your boy
My lord, I grew up poor
So what you expect, Gripping my Tec
Protecting what's mine,
Love to grind, all I know is prosper
Hitman, young Billy a Shotta
Straps man you know I had to cop first
Cops coming you know I got to disperse
New raps, you know I got to disburse
Evident niggas going to hate by per
Dollar I make, Benji I touch
I don't give a f*ck,
I'm going to need a fleet of Brinks Trucks
The Root, the root, the root of all evil
The wants and desires of all people
More money, more problems
That's more evils
That's why I had to license my steel
Legally Lethal
The Root, the root, the root of all evil
The wants and desires of all people
More money, more problems
That's more evils
That's why I had to license my steel
Legally lethal
Yall pay for pussy with yall dough
I ain't spending money on a bitch
Yall changing up for that dough
Man I am going to be the same when I'm rich
Only thing change be the place where I shit
And the name on the whip,
In the parking lot revving
Gold desert eagle, 00
Secret compartments, James Bond
Battz Da Hitman became Don
Remained calm through interrogations
In police stations
F*ck yall cases
Yall gassed up Exxon stations
Now they want me on radio stations
Because every track that I'm blazing
And every bitch that I f*ck she praising,
Then it is back to money I'm chasing
The Root, the root, the root of all evil
The wants and desires of all people
More money, more problems
That's more evils
That's why I had to license my steel
Legally Lethal
The Root, the root, the root of all evil
The wants and desires of all people
More money, more problems
That's more evils
That's why I had to license my steel
Legally Lethal
Writer: TERRANCE A WITCHER
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave