for now just Go On son" [Chorus x2: Half-A-Mill] Go On - live your life, follow your dreams One day your gonna see the light Go On - young man follow
I just got this girl wet From this watch and this chain around my neck What's in the lot, I rock a Phantom for a half mil Hit the lock a flyin' ho goes
down on Miami's behalf Home of the nickel (?) and the raw half Everywhere we go, the impression's felt The real is stamped on the bag and the dope is
Cent, nigga, Bump Dat [50 Cent] My son ask "Daddy why carry a gun, you ain't a cop" Looked at him and said "Sometimes you gotta shoot or get shot" Wanna go
me do that ass, since Debo [Afu-Ra] Hah, yo, hocus pocus, with a position, gentleman I rub it on, like a letterman It's spearmint fragrance, or a flack
of holes keep the green runnin I'm on top half a million in my knapsack I need a smack tell em duffel up a mil fast It's lunchtime tell em gather up the moneybags A
[Chorus: x2] The realism must continue where I live is like a battlefield We all poor but on my block is like a half a mil Surrounded by the most criminal
Henny you ain't got no Henny, get the Remy you ain't got the Remy, any cognac'll do. . . Smooth criminal shit baby. . . Half-A-Mil: Kaiser Sosa intention Glide in a
a half a pound of hash, I keep a half a pound of cash, I thought I told you cats, I'm not a rapper, rock a G on my chest that stands for god, fuck Dan
exit One dough to get focus my thoughts for me to go legit Voracious shit, cop a huge cats who on a ocean cliff Imagine that a few years back I was baggin
and my rope nigga [Chorus] [Talking: B.G.] I want a mil ticket (gettin wicked), mil ticket On the real, V.L., my nigga Big Moe, 2-2-3 L.T., Adam, G.A
's bills, recoup a half a mil Still got my deal, pop the 700 Benz-o you never seen, cash money fiend A lot of cats wanna dream Pack a shorty black or
a hundred-thou Jus for tellin y'all I get fined a hundred-thou Heh them cats are ill, 5 times a half a mil Wars to play, like a bumper sticker smack a
grose A mil' a week And my niggas on the block Yo, we feel is sweet But we been livin here forever Can you feel our beat So give us half Or I guarantee
get fined a hundred thou' (This is crazy) Huh them cats are ill, 5 times a half a mil Wanna play like a bumper sticker smack a grill Paul Wall cap a grill
I get fined a hundred thou Huh, them cats are ill, 5 times, a half a mil Want to complain like a bumper sticker, smack a grill Paul Wall cap a grill
and got a couple a deals. I get that bread boy. Yeah I'm a hustla for real I get that bread boy. I'm worth a couple a mil. I get that bread boy. So fuck
a fifty ride supa, duke, relax and chill Yo I know the street, plus I roll with the heat Bleek wrap niggaz, clap niggaz, go against the fleet If you a poster don, how a
