' and some livin' this shit(4 real) [Verse 2:] Streets is too real, thugs nowadays is too ill Fuck a hundred thou i need a few mil Even if it means you
me? Uh huh, yea, Half-A-Mill, y'all know First don, yea, uh huh, holla [Verse 1] Legendary don, cherries flowin in Parion Platinum Champaign glass yea thats Half-A
(feat. Quintay Soul) Uh yea, Half-A-Mill, Quintay Soul Uh, you know how we do, just the things we do baby [Chorus x2: Quintay Soul] You did things
Half-A-Mill] [Verse 3] The streets is callin a nigga They tried to drop a ball on a nigga Seems like this world is too small for a nigga Came from a
milly I got my crew with me, big like Pun , nigga Yo, yo [Chorus x2: Half-A-Mil] A party aint a party till its thugged out Thugged out, we in the club
even drive your car yo Yo, we Duns like Lamont and Rahlo as long as time flow I'm'a keep you in my mind yo and I'm'a shine so ya'll can see the sign
m lightin that dynamite, diamond heist, a mil to jewels I got a lot of shine tonight Real Thugs deal drugs, spill blood, thats how we ridin tonight [Chorus: Half-A
[Intro: Half-A-Mill] Yea, Half-A-Mill, uh huh, east west north south it's one of 'em days man just feel like breakin out and shit knawmean? fuck the
Ali Vegas) (Half-a-Mill) We got alot of guys out there tryin' to disrespect the family (Ali Vegas) what they gon' do with us? nothin'... (Half-a-Mill
Enemy #1 The crills, the kizzo, the wizzy, the guns Thuggest Enemy #1 The dramas, the murders, the shootouts, the slums Thuggest Enemy #1 [Half-A-Mill
[Intro: Half-A-Mill] Uh huh, still, yea, yea, yea Half-A-Mill, uh huh, uh huh For the hood, yea, millennium style Uh uh, still, uh yea [Verse 1] I peel
they thing Money M.O.P.'s a friend of me, Buckshot's the energy Cocoa Brovaz a kin to me, O.G.C.'s the entity I'm a real MC, somethin' most pretend to
they can't stop it they never could and never will fuck a misdemeanor dun, my crimes be fede-rill until we net a Mil I won't spend shit won't lend shit
[Intro: Half-A-Mill] Yea, uh huh, Half-A-Mill, Mill Gates Uh huh, ya know, word we gon' bring it back on this son back to the hood dunn, back to the
a deep breath and say goodbye, Why!? [Chorus x2] [Verse 2] Streets is too real, thug nowadays is to ill Fuck a hundred thou, I need a few mil Even
are cryin, and I still feel the pain... [Outro: Half-A-Mill] yea, word, knawmean?, knawmean? yea, you not sure, you not sure Its a small chance, real
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
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