keep it real but it ain't shit for you to tell I smoked so much of this that I can't even hide the smell So drop Drop [x3] Now drop Drop [x3] We marijuana
, 90 fast investigators For flashy cars, the prison bars, menage a trois The playin' cards I swear it's hard, now drop Now drop Drop, drop, drop Now drop Drop, drop, drop
next to me when we ride Plus Survival Money Making plans Pistol Closing hands Swollen Pockets Let me introduce the topic Then we drop it Expose Snakes
now the hoes come up toothless Cause in the O only the strong survive And Richie Riche is a factor in the 415 [VERSE 4: Richie Rich] You see, Rich is
reality [DJ Daryl cuts up:] [Dr. Dre:] (Ruthless is the way to go, they know) Ruthless is reality [D-Loc] Hey yo, my main man Dubble-R - step to em, man [Richie Rich
(feat. The Madd Rapper) [Madd Rapper] The art of getting robbed This is how we do Brooklyn style boy you know what I'm sayin? [50 Cent] R.I.P B.I.G
uglier than the Master P sneaker We slidin through the ruckus, wit prada on the chuckus Soon as spring break ho's home from college wanna fuck us I ain't here to drop
to an end [Verse 1- 50 Cent] That shit is oh, don't be screamin' get at me dawg Have you runnin' for ya life when I match ya boy I get to wavin' that
is, so a risk Just flow with this, let's blow this bitch [Jean Grae:] Boy I'm foldin my wrists, no cliques to hold back Baby we so rich, maybe I could
the gem stars in So if they lock me up, my razor make mad hits Before I die the world gon' hear me And make me rich, my kids will be filthy [Hook: Prodigy
the dark You lose a hand When you feed the shark Little rich boy, she's gonna find you Little rich boy Little rich boy, those claws will blind you Just a little rich boy
boy ..Master J Bun-bung de de boy ..Master J Bun-bung de de boy ..Master J Bun-bung de de boy ..Master J Bun-bung de de boy, Bung-bung de de boy,
ain't ridin' on chrome now Get yo shine on and chase yo richest You want to roll right drop yo Benz on twenty inches {B. G. } Juvenile gave me a ride to the drop
) You drop it down low . Got bounce like a fold up range?. (Drop it low, drop it low, drop it low, drop it low) Girl I ain't tryna play no games. (Drop it low, drop
up-town blocks I came around your corner and I shit your spot It's (?) and I serve your block A Cash Money hot boy and I pop the lock A know beat boy
Your boy, let off shots from that newest tool Then I skate on cops in that newest cruise I'm rich boy, ahh looka here Blow up icey and rich but your jewels
