Broke Willies lyrics

Artist  : Onyx 
Song : Broke Willies



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 [Chorus]
To all you rappers out there
With money and fame
Rock you in a farm-car
Anything brand name
Broke Willies with no money
Keep runnin' ya game
Can't forget all our thugs that's locked in
chains
We ain't have sh*t growin' up, now we blowin' up
Hundred G's is show, price low enough
Ghetto struck, layin' in da cut, with the metal
mack 11
WHAT?! No cup, sippin' on my reddle 7-up
The wet life, sh*t is liquid, my wife trippin'
My whole clique, I sh*t da wippin' last switchin'
Benz to Benz skippin', supastar hittin'
Your whole world is ice rippin', you like
sniffin'
Ya like shittin', tricks trickin', rollie with da
inscription
Watch a rich nigga clickin'
(From New York to L.A.) same shit, different day,
mad cash to play
(When I walk my chains swing) I drew swing
heavenly ill (From Beverly Hills)
I pay 20 G's (Damn son, it betta be real) We holy
your deals, it's 70 mills
(Eaten mills of Beverly pills) Now watch how to
bubble these mills
[Chorus] (2x)
I grew up in the PJ's and wore the same gear for
3 days
Sit to get a blunk out I wanna blew a mill in the
month
>From a low life, the one I go shopping,
I'm not worried about no price, I wear the same
clothes TWICE!
f**k da POLICE!
(It's hydro stuff L's, six plus sells
Stones heavy on the scales themselves, EXCEL!
Straight G's, moneys and propories
Black F-G 15's, weighin' trees and O.C.'s)
We O.G.'s always O.T.-ing on a low-key
Spit more game than Goldie, ya bit*h choose me
(Suppose WE most-LY, do 'em slow-LY
We play 'em close-LY, stayed on city cakes, they
get erase them!)
A sucker for a pretty face, with a twenty ways
Who's Benz I hit two twins in a blue Vince
(And we're in destroy deals, a house flow for
reals)
Cause like colour crimes, nigga dolla' dolla'
sign!
[Chorus]
Yo, we've went from rags to riches and get
pitches
With mad bit*hes, Yo, you can get a autograph
Or one shot, from the semi-auto pass
Rap niggaz flippin' more then halfs
Livin' it up, takin' all the cash, GIVIN' IT UP!
We set it up, on a low til it up
In the black quest, pass sex to the extress
>From out the blackness, straight on the
boulevard
Lookin' for somethin' to get my hands in
A stripper's dancin' in the mansion
Word up, that's how we operate (UNCUT RAW)
Da players copping, fake cokies stepped on TWICE!
Put your money on the street niggaz under the
light
And hold your money tight
Kids to die (RAZE 'EM UP) And roll 'em twice
Egal rich niggaz as* better so trife
Well gamble mo' of yo' life, too I couldn't see
well
Flip my P-12, Rover key to da e-mail
Wish a hundred tell, G-bell, I walk the hog, I
beat jail
Yo, gotta each 12, kick back, relax, word up
Nigga laid up, bills paid up
Shit is all sunny when he pulled up in a 4-20
We throw these cats on the sideline, lookin' all
funny
Gettin' no money, cause they every day clownin'
We play around with thousands, a hundred G's
where we countin'
A hundred G's is show, here we're out kid (Word,
word up)
[Chorus] (2x)