Half-A-Mill - New Millennium Lyrics

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All we do is get money and get real high

Push Benzes and 85 I's

New World Order, got ya ready to run and hide

New Millennium, we will survive

All we do is get money and get real high

Push Ranges and Benz Buggy I's

New World Order, got ya ready to run and hide

New Millennium, we will survive



[Half-A-Mill]

I see you stupid 'dro, still my brain cells never move slow

Toke calico, deep throat the baddest hoes

Niggas know my status quote, artistic

I draw a biscuit, unlike Michaelangelo, I'm the Noah of this thug shit

Flooded, everyday's another bucket get

I can't front, I love this shit

You missed the lies, now we push S5's on some other shit

Blowin another clip, some say they waitin for the mothership

I ain't debatin, cuz in heaven or hell, I tell God, I tell Satan

I'm all about money makin, on my job like a hundred Jamaicans

Runnin wit kingpins, who you gon rob

I send a squad to kill ya squad

F*ck ya thinkin, Firm niggas push Cadillac Jeeps,

Navigator Lincoln's

Global caught on my Motorola Mobile

Off the hook books like Barnes & Nobles

Street astroligist, heat communist, complete logic is

I got one goal, to put goal on the streets, where the projects is

We too strong to die, that's why we gotta live

Platinum doubt in the hottest whips



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[Half-A-Mill]

Mill Gates, better come somethin, droppin somethin

Catch me in the chopper stuntin

I'm a Yankee but Jamaican cook me esquire fish and hot dumplings

I rock ya Lennon suits with rocks

On the cufflinks, lie iller you

Curdiest Beck's, 850 I's, silver proof, imagine that

I used to sling crills for loot

Now I'm openin my money store like Phil Rezoot

Keep it here, dope from get money whores

Thought he enter the drawers

Lois Lane platinum chain, stretch range at the Source Awards

Awesome broads they carry proem and sawed-off

One shot'll take the whole top of your Honda Accord off

You small dog, you all lost

No wins, you fall off, and get hauled off in the trunk of my Benz

I smoke skunk, purple haze, twist it up

Mixed it up, hit the clutch, switched it up



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[Half-A-Mill]

I smoke purple haze and spit phlegm

Big Benz, forty inch rims, New York niggas got shit locked again

When the glocks pop, niggas need oxygen

Don't let me catch you slingin rocks on these blocks again

I got plots, I'm out to get a hundred thou time ten

You know my style dunn, I run with foul wild men

With public housin, up north, we be thuggin in the mountain

Out in the world, we guzzle Henny straight and no earl

Hustle weight, stab a half a cake on your girl, skatin thru states

Jets raidin the place, TV's screen big, DVD playin Scarface

Son, I'm God face, hard face

Smash you in the chest wit a sledgehammer till ya heart break

Wild out, my calico pop rounds out, my shots knock towns out

My whole block'll run up in your town house

I'm like so shocked, key the coke like Sosa

Pushin ski boat wit a chauffeur

Up the Hudson River, I got tons of guns and ones are split up

Niggas front, I got to f*ck ya shit up



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